You got a bad review, now what?

No one said it was going to be easy, but also no one warned me how exposed your creativity would be along the way. 

Only slightly better than the world seeing your underpants, it's easy when the reviews are easy on you "Doors are open! Get yer soup!" 

Slews of great press had been peppered around the restaurant in its few shaky months and I graciously accept the compliments. Justified were the long nights, sometimes all-nights, Raj was away. Life events came and went infinitely more stressful with Raj gone, a sick dog that needed help nursing to health. Planning our wedding that I ultimately shelved for a later date. This isn't a pity party. It's my ode to the care of the craft.

Still better than showing the world you forgot your underwear, I had my points when I felt my sanity was contingent on the restaurant.  Spouses fraternized their high-pressure high-powered relationships. I made jokes that I had to make a reservation to see my fiancees face. I had joined the high-complaints club (that I didn’t know existed) and ultimately, I was a proud restauranteurs-significant-other who bragged constantly of self sacrifice. Still the proverbial mic is in our hands so to speak that we are lucky to be doing what we love.

But it’s not all in gumbo and roses.

Nicolas Hall’s lukewarm review of The Durham House for The Houston Press stung as a mother who watches a child fumble off their bicycle for the first time. I wished I was the one to take the skinned knee. But as I simply support and make vegetarian option demands (thanks Mike!) patrons like Hall hold an objective opinion, therefore, the key to growth. No one creates without being evaluated, and it’s the diners’ cash that makes the carb-y and delicious dinner roll go round.

That in my sideline position, is the whole point. To deliver what we are luckily in business for, and so unlike Warhol’s theory ignoring criticism except to measure it by length, I will read Hall’s experience whole heartedly, savoring the praise he gave to the remoulade and his promise to be back.

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