July 31, 2011

White on black

What's a restaurant without a bit of chalkboard?

July 30, 2011

{I'd countdown till opening, but that thought is terrifying}

With the days ticking by, I did some serious chiseling.

And we tackled our major lack of shelves with a vengeance. I scored some great old planks that used to be for scaffolding. Boy, those things make some great shelving.



Then we finally got the front door functioning almost properly; Installed the tempered glass, reattached the molding, and hung the thing better so it's not just flapping in the wind. It's so lovely to be able to lock it at night without the use of a screw gun and a sheet of ply!

Next? It gets painted! I'm feeling red. 

July 29, 2011

There will be light

I am gearing up for the daunting project of putting together the light fixtures. 

Just thinking about all the wiring of the actual lamps is making my head spin. Not to mention getting myself organized enough to order all the parts and sockets needed to make each individual lamp shade function properly {they are all so different!}. On top of that, I have to choose where each one will go! Yikes.

But all worry aside, these are my three favorites. Remember? Amelie and I found them here. You can see them in their original habitat in the third picture down. That was over four months ago. And what an amazing day that was...

Building more, more building

Today, I found use for an old door. It has a new life as a bench.

And an old plank was notched and turned into shelves.

And I scored an antique. But I know, I know. In general, anything having to do with taxidermy is been there, seen that. But there's a reason stereotypes are stereotypes, and cliches are cliches. So yeah, it's justified that everybody has slowly been overdoing the awesomeness of animal bones. But hey! How can one resist this! It's simply gorgeous -- and not only that, it's from the nineteen thirties.

Win, Win. Unless you don't eat meat.

In other word's, I'm in love with this thing, and it's going to be somewhere great when you come to the restaurant.

July 28, 2011

Art {the thing that is never completely completed}

Oh so neglected, I have found too few hours in the day to continue my daily writings on my progress. And along with too few hours, I have been rushing around too much to always remember my camera. *gasp!* I know! It's awful of me.

So here I am, too late at night, trying to ease my guilt. In my total and utter exhaustion, here is my best explanation of the past few days {all of which could easily be prefaced with an exuberant  "finally!"}

I finished the wall.

We grouted the kitchen tile.

We sliced a huge, square hole in the kitchen {with the biggest,coolest saw I've ever seen}.

And knocked it out, to eventually be a door {no, it wasn't just for fun}.

Though it was fun.

Then I got a little less dirty, did a little cleaning, and created a corner that's not a total explosion of saw dust, wood scraps, and other miscellaneous clutter that is making the site look like a bomb went off.

Amelie: I brought three of the paintings to the site! I just had to see! Don't they look wonderful? You  know, I have been looking so hard for more art, and I have have found nothing. Nothing! These walls would be very sad, empty, and white if it were not for you, that's for sure...

Except for this wall, which I thought I'd share again {because I'm so proud!}


Okay. Bed.

July 23, 2011

Twenty days until

Today was dusty.

And then delicious.

July 22, 2011

{wood and red tile}

The commercial kitchen tile is half in. I can hardly believe it.

Yes, this wood paneling is on a wall. I just wanted to take another boot shot so, yes, I was laying on the floor. As if I don't get dusty enough just standing up.

Hmm, am I supposed to stop where?

This is how we communicate with each other sometimes. Oddly placed, oddly colored notes. {Don't tell anyone, but I'm not actually going to stop there. Shhh!}

July 20, 2011

Cooking up some progress

I spent the day perfecting a recipe. But in wood. It requires the correct ingredients, just the right color, texture, width and length. All the pieces have to fit in just the right spot.

While I was creating that, the chefs were also perfecting their recipes and cooking up a storm. As you all know, we currently have no kitchen, so we are renting one for now.

But what is a restaurant without at least a few chefs to occupy it? Well, let's just say it's fantastic when they do stop by.

Because wine comes along too. 

And Lorenzo, the chef who just arrived from Italy.

And perhaps the best part, some samples of the day's work:

The combination of which sent the long work day screeched to a halt and caused it to end in a small but full blown party. The site is slowly transitioning into a restaurant, and il vecchio is becoming tangible and alive. It's so exciting to finally have more people involved. For lack of a more eloquent and less arrogant word, I think we rock.

The color of hard work

It was a gray day, but only in color.

I have finally begun the wood paneled wall. In gray.

The brick in the gray kitchen was plastered white and smooth for the health code.

And if there is one thing that happens most often during the construction of a restaurant, it's mistakes. They happen almost every day. So we hem and haw and try to find someone to blame in order to handle the emotions, but in the end, all it takes is a little extra time and some hands-on dirty-work.

Mistakes can always be corrected.

So in my now gray boots, I tackled a mistake. Take this hole, for example, and the ten other like it. Twenty minutes earlier it was filled with nearly dried concrete and the bottom two feet of a four by four post, sunk and ready to become the giant wheelchair ramp in the back of the building.

The workers had left. The only things still around were myself, the plumber, the general, and the discovery that all eleven posts were sunk four inches from being in the correct place. So with help from the hose, three shovels, and a lot of four by four body-slamming, we forced them out.

Boy, are the guys who spent all day on those posts going to be surprised when they return tomorrow morning. It looked like a war zone when we were done, but there's just something magically primitive and wonderful about digging holes. It was an after-hours-hole-digging party.

I highly recommend it.

July 17, 2011

A thing of beauty

Tightly morticed hinges are amazing. 

A new front door framed out and hung in three hours is incredible.

An entire kitchen sheetrocked in six hours is breathtaking.

All this done in one day is glorious.

July 16, 2011

Permission granted

Over three months ago, we were all under the impression that we were well on our way to get our building permit. It was "any day now". All the floor plans were drawn up, measurements were finalized, fees were paid, we were ready. We were waiting.

That was three and a half months ago.

Just this last Monday, after four plan revisions, a truck-load of unforeseen fees and fines, a near impossible-to-attain coastal commission waiver, a lot of help, a lot of luck, and our first {flawless} inspection, we finally got the permit.

Yeah. It took that long. Just like everybody said it would.

So a little behind our desired schedule, here's the recent progress:

We finally filled those trenches in the kitchen.

 And insulated it.

It couldn't be a proper construction site without a construction worker's breakfast, of course.

Then we took out the window where the new front door will be.

And had the enormous kitchen hood delivered in a rather cute way, like a king on it's throne. The heart of our restaurant is soon to be installed!


Now we're really rolling.