Anyone who currently works in, or has previously worked in, the hospitality industry would admit its strongest pull is the environment. There is a duality of childishness and maturity where we weave between food and drink knowledge, levels of service, and also cracking silly jokes or exchanging laughs and banter

Whatever happened to predictability? The milkman, the paperboy, and White undeserved advantage? In recent breaking news: celebrities Lori Loughlin, of Full House fame, and Felicity Huffman were implicated with dozens of other parents in the largest college bribery scam the Department of Justice has ever seen. A skillfully orchestrated web

Money…Money…Money Money inhabits the majority of the real estate of our discussion – blogs, conversation, and articles all seem to revolve around money. The impossible rent and cost of living, the monied population and arguments over culture grab and gentrification. The culture surrounding $4 toast, $16 cocktails, $50 haircuts and

Dear Parents: You may not be aware of, but when you walk into a restaurant with your beautiful baby in your paisley Baby Bjorn wrap or with your MacLauren stroller and your gracious host walks your six top over to your table – your servers eyes may scan the insides

I tip because I’m a part of this industry, but more importantly I tip because I’m Black. It’s a lose-lose at times because I’ll have the urgent need to make sure that I leave a good impression…

Look outside. Did you see the bombs drop this morning? Did you hear the bullets sizzle? Did you cover your ears to protect yourself from the screams of chaos and desperation? Did you smell the smoke? San Francisco is at war right now. Literally, no, but I wouldn’t reduce it down

I love reading about this beloved city, San Francisco. I delve into its history, imbue myself with its charm, its culture, allow myself to be childishly enchanted by its fairy dust. It’s an assuring embrace offering security that my willing submission to my depth of love for this city is