I’m cooking for strangers again at my new dance-music-inspired restaurant concept, Gazebo. It’s been running as a pop-up at Flower Shop, which Tammie Teclemariam reviewed for Grub Street. A summer pop-up is exciting and wonderful, but I’m 43 and married, I have a kid, and I haven’t yet mailed in my marriage certificate, so I absolutely need to find a restaurant space and get my marriage certified.
This cuffing season, I’m looking for a second-generation restaurant space between 1,500 and 2,000 square feet with the gas turned on, a beer and wine license (but preferably also liquor), black-iron venting, six-foot-five, blue eyes, and a patio. I know my worth, and I’m not settling for anything less.
