Ok, I'm feeling better. We had two private parties this week and I nailed them. I went home Friday evening, bragging to my husband about what a good job I had done (because when you're the boss, no one else does this) and he reminded me of what I had said on Wednesday...see previous post. Yes, yes...but I'm beginning to realize that I just really hate Wednesdays because my sous chef is off. Oh and the never ending list of crap that needs to be fixed and attended to?... I just wrote it all down and handed it to Greg, my repair guy. I just can't do it myself anymore.
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June 21, 2009
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Chef Marla
- Chef Marla Adams
I'll make this short. I began cooking on a lark in 1980 at a restaurant in Boston. I had graduated from The University of Virginia and was a little burned out. I took a bakery job for $3.50 an hour (in Boston, mind you) and have never left the restaurant business. I LOVE IT. I love the hours, the pace, the people, the food, the challenges and working with my hands and brain at the same time. Food is a craft. It's real and it's essential to everyone. Most of all, I love cooks: line cooks, prep cooks, chefs, sous chefs, all of them. They are a very unique group of people. After a few years I attended the Culinary Institute of American in Hyde Park and upon graduation, headed to Atlanta with a boyfriend. The boyfriend didn't last, but I'm still in Atlanta. There was never a shortage of jobs, and I moved quickly up the ranks in several restaurants and even a hotel. Upon reaching a glass ceiling in one position, in 1992 I decided to open my own place, Babette's Cafe. And here I am......
Babette's Cafe
- Babette's Cafe
I opened Babette's Cafe in 1992 and in 2001 after renovating a 1916 bungalow, moved my restaurant to "her" current home.
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