muddle me this
My last night working in the culinary barn—so bittersweet.
I came into the barn having never worked in a restaurant. An appreciator of many, an employee of none. But just like going on tour with the grateful dead doesn’t make you a musician, I came into this experience with almost no concept of what it takes to run a fine dining restaurant.
I drank the kool-aid, and got drunk off it’s implied legitimacy. Standing behind a wooden bar in a freshly pressed suit—you can say almost anything and you’ll be right. Here sir, have a glass of this blee-blooh-blah, you’re gonna love it.
I came in with an uncharacteristic nervousness about what to expect. I was very unsure. But in the end, like all new responsibilities, it came down to the same skills: multi task, be smart, and be quick.
The camaraderie of the team—the family—is the sort of ball busting, locker room camaraderie that three years on the floor of the stock exchange will make you an expert at.
The culinary barn is the peak of the guest’s experience at blackberry farm. It felt like the major leagues—and, i suppose it was. Working at the barn has completely changed our vision for what our future restaurant is going to look like.
Envisioning our future farmhotelrestaurantspawellnesscentervillage is like dreaming in reality. We are inspired by everything, and open to everything. All day long we think about what the future holds, and what we need to do in the present to get there.