Sure we ate vegetarian burritos from Santa Cruz for dinner.
Sure we're about to get four hours of sleep tonight.
Sure we cleaned someone's vomit up from the restroom floor this morning.
Sure we still don't have a sandwich board.
Sure we have cooked in this kitchen for a year and mixing spoons and spatulas are still the most coveted items.
Sure the cash register still beeps at us annoyingly just to prove to us we will never fully know how to properly work it.
Sure I still have minor panic attacks when the clock has yet to strike 7:50am and a noticeable line has wrapped itself amongst the sidewalk waiting...waiting...waiting...to get in.
But the point is that one year ago we opened the front door and we haven't looked back.
And here's what we are celebrating with this time:
mini Oregon peach pies
(no picture, sorry)
Southern challa french toast with Oregon peach compote, vanilla Kentucky bourbon butter and real maple syrup
Tomorrow night is the real celebration as we're having a dinner party for the whole cafe crew. Food porn, reactions and details to follow...
In the meantime, to all of you who have made our first year possible: WHEW! We made it! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. XO