We have been reopened for four days ... quiet days ... days of confusion. We run around doing things we never did ... getting water, silverware, napkins, salt and pepper, butter, FOOD ... the things other restaurants do ... the things our customers always accessed themselves ... We are finding our groove. We are explaining who we are to the uninitiated and watch who sits down and who turns around.
My joy at this moment has nothing to do with Elf and I reopening ... it has everything to do with our regular customers’ joy and enthusiasm of our reopening. Their love of our food ... their love of our place ... the compliments from whomever or whatever directed at this rustic stopover called Zabby and Elf’s Stone Soup.
And so, the most beautiful morning of the year at Stone Soup is between 6 a.m. and 11 a.m. this Friday, September 18th ... the day of the eve of Rosh Hashanah ... the Jewish New Year ... 5781 ... come check us out!
Stone Soup is an evolving work of art 23 years strong and not yet complete. After 5½ months of fog, we are reopening September 9th to more fog. My business partner … Elf … is enthusiastic … energized, and optimistic. I am melancholy … deflated, and hopeful. Our partnership is one of counterbalance … deep agreement … trust … and, believe it or not, almost never heated emotions.
Although the pulse of Stone Soup will be less frenetic and the in-your-face intimacy of our ambiance temporarily mellowed … our singular spirit is alive. Here to serve you great food … share life stories … put a smile on your face and be a rock in this community as you are ours. I very much look forward to seeing your partial faces and hearing your voices … again.