Category Archives: Opening a restaurant

Recently I put a call out to fellow child-wranglers to see if anyone had any advice on how to parent our three year-old who cares not a whit for consequences, threats, ultimatums, bribes or danger and only does things if it truly suits her to do so. The Mitz. Edie May Llewellyn. AKA Gregory The Second.  […]

Edie’s daycare is opposite a school, so if there’s no parking outside the centre, you can often get spots in the school drop-off zone which ends at 9am. This is perfect timing for us as Edie has never made it to daycare before then in her life, but on this particular day it was actually […]

Thank you very much to all the lovely readers who got in touch with me after my last blog that mentioned my half-missing eyebrow. All your well wishes have miraculously caused a few strays to start to grow back. I hate to sound ungrateful, but they are grey. A lot of friends confided via private […]

Shingle Bells, Shingle Bells, Shingle All The Way… These are the lyrics Edie, (our two-year old) sings to her current favourite; Jingle Bells. She loves to sing, never stops. Melody – on point. Lyrics? Always optional. She’s mastered a lot this year so I won’t give her too hard a time. Everything is new when […]

I was flipping through one of my old note books the other day and came across a list with the title; WHAT WE NEED TO KNOW TO OPEN A RESTAURANT. Under it I had written this – lease  (excellent start). contracts purveyors  (somewhat essential, yes) budgets (not that I do them – Gregory does – but […]

Gregory has been asked to be a panel member at Food Service Magazine’s Masterclass about owning a cafe or a restaurant and you can buy your tickets here. I am not at all offended that they didn’t ask me – perhaps they think we’re Jekyll and Hyde, or Bonnie and Clyde, or Torvill and Dean, […]

Many moons ago, when the government first opened telecommunications up to competition, my parents ditched Telecom owing to their appalling customer service. Well, my friends, I am here to tell you that things have changed. This morning, as I was posting the previous blog (so it’s not like Telstra had time to get a tip-off) […]

‘Mama,’ said Q yesterday morning while we were having our breakfast, ‘what does fu%king fu#ked mean?’ She’s four, so that’s not ideal language, is it – she had overheard Gregory eloquently describing his frustrations with something. Had I known the day that was ahead of me, I would have ditched daycare and brought her with […]

It’s not a new term. And it’s certainly not the only profession that leaves the partner solo for extended periods of time. Theatre nurses, surgeons, deep sea fisherpeople, models, movie stars, emergency plumbers…all these people would also be away from their homes for long and unplanned periods of time. The trouble is, they always have […]

It’s a well-known fact that hospitality folk are not known for a life of moderation. We work long hours, at stupid times of the day and night, we have dreadful eating habits and worse drinking ones, and we do things with intensity and passion, usually in a situation of high adrenalin. I would like to […]