jordan santamaria

A note to @cookmewhole, on his last day at Rory’s Place.

Brother. Amigo. Sangre. What a beautiful chapter you’ve written here. You have so many stories to tell in your own book, as well as pages and pages in each of ours as well. I’ve said this to you before, but a restaurant is like a living organism: there’s a brain, hands, a face, feet, even the occasional a**hole ;) but you my friend, were the heart. Nothing worked without you, and the body’s capacity for love flowed through you. Given the impermanent nature of our line of work (tickets perpetually stabbed, tables turned, lowboys FIFO’ed), it’s hard to have lasting, achievable goals for folks like us. The best we can hope for, is that we leave places and people better than we found them. You, Patrick, have left this restaurant, and myself, better than you found. Thanks for all the memories. Let’s make some more!

Jor