“... to me, a restaurant with no menu, headed by a chef I trusted, would be ideal. In such a utopia, guests could specify deathly allergies, hunger level, and time constraints, but then they would unfurl their napkin and surrender".” — Phoebe Damrosch Copy Share Image
“Who are you?' Andre demanded when I refused an ice-cream cone a few weeks later. 'The woman I fell in love with never said… — Phoebe Damrosch Copy Share Image
“I had a reputation of being merciless at times. After a particularly busy night working with me, one of the newer backservers nursed his… — Phoebe Damrosch Copy Share Image
“In order to understand the sequence of VIP canapés, we were taught a little etymology 101. At the French Laundry and Per Se, the… — Phoebe Damrosch Copy Share Image
“Toward the end of that session at the Hudson, our instructor split us into two long lines and took out a bouquet of multicolored… — Phoebe Damrosch Copy Share Image
“I hear you're a writer,' said 2040..."What are you writing about?' Not liking to discuss my writing with strangers, I had been privately auditioning… — Phoebe Damrosch Copy Share Image
“Our restaurant fostered a sense of camaraderie in a number of ways besides sharing the same nickname of 'chef.' Initially, we bonded through training.… — Phoebe Damrosch Copy Share Image
“My greatest rewards from women have been kisses on the cheek, a whispered thank-you for helping them manage their mothers-in-law, and even an invitation… — Phoebe Damrosch Copy Share Image
“Cafés overflowed anytime but early mornings, for there were few commuters in the neighborhood at that time. After noon, the self-employed, or unemployed, hipsters… — Phoebe Damrosch Copy Share Image
“... to me, a restaurant with no menu, headed by a chef I trusted, would be ideal. In such a utopia, guests could specify… — Phoebe Damrosch Copy Share Image
