As I'm writing this, the inspector from the Chicago Department of Health is going through the kitchen, checking us out so that we can get our certificate to begin food service. I don't know what to expect; the kitchen is beautiful, and thinking back on some of the run-down, ancient, falling apart at the seams places that I've seen in my time, I can't believe that we'll have a problem. But, you never know. So I'm sitting here, biting my nails, while my guys take them through. Better to have me out of the way where I can't open my mouth and say something stupid. In these situations, it's better to say nothing at all then to offer to much and end up having to redo some very expensive work. Stay tuned, it will be over (for better or for worse) soon

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