Giving a shit without giving a fuck.

Gin and Tonic, Quinine, Finger Lime, Cocoa Nib, Mint, Carbonation. All Photos By: @GregoryGurley

It’s 6:30 PM, and not only is my ice cream still in the Cuisinart, but pineapple for my soup is being juiced by an accountant, our server is washing dishes in a bathroom sink, and I’m praying that this pliable eggnog will set in-time for consumption as our guests at the micro restaurant’s first service will be arriving in fifteen minutes.

Did I mention my mom, who I see once every five years, is in town and listening to me bark orders at everyone including herself from about three feet away?

Snails and Oyster, Osmanthus Sorbet, Kumquat Pith, Daikon, Grass Jelly.

It’s 7:00 PM, and our first guests are arriving. I can only hope that the preceding paragraph instilled linguistic anxiety into your gut, enough that you feel our pain.

Although most things managed to be taken care of in a proper fashion, other things were looked at with less of an “iron thumb”, and more of a “Wait a second…this is OUR restaurant” mentality.

Halibut, Scorched Port, Lacquered Grapefruit, Vanilla Aroma, Potato

It’s 9:00 PM, and we have managed to get through six savory courses rather gracefully. There are always minor issues, but they’re just that— minor. The eggnog custard didn’t quite set, and that was okay. After all, it’s eggnog…so we broke out the shot glasses. One person’s venison was a little “under”, at the same time, one person’s venison was a little “over”, so they switched. And that was okay.  We built an atmosphere comfortable enough to make that happen.

Venison, Textures of Kimchi, Burnt Carrot, Puffed-Wild-Rice-Blis-Maple-Crispy-Treat

It’s 12:30 AM, everyone is gone, and the topic of quenelles were brought up, just as they are almost everyday by people who work with me, and why I put them on everything. It’s because I give a shit, and to me, a seamless quenelle speaks that louder than matching silverware, or a pressed chef’s jacket. You see, sometimes I wonder if chaos will always dictate the denouement of my day. Most of the time it leads to a subsequent plan that works out better than the first. But, the way we do things at CRUX will always be done for a reason. And just because we don’t give a fuck if you drink your eggnog rather than eat it, we definitely give a shit that your experience is one of the best you’ve ever had.

Eggnog, Parsnip Ice Cream, Allspice Glass, Xmas tree puree

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  1. Figures that you saw us switch the venison. It wasn’t a big deal. We loved it! Happy to have been a part of the maiden voyage. You guys did a tremendous job, and you should be proud. It was DECIDEDLY your restaurant, and we were merely spectators. But what a show!

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