Scrolling through pics on my phone while having my coffee this morning.
My oh my, what a memory.
I was scared to death.
I wasn’t sure the public was ready for my style of cooking.
I wasn’t sure I was ready for criticism of my food. I take it very personal. It is one of the ways I express love. Not liking my food is not liking me.
As comfortable as I am in the kitchen, opening Bistro Lorene was way outside my comfort zone. Everything had to be perfect, not just the food.
Troy and I built what we considered our perfect place to dine.
A place where the staff treated us like we were the only patrons in the room, the food was an experience, not just a meal.
The atmosphere was like no other around.
We could walk into the kitchen and see how our food was prepared.
A place where your dietary restrictions mattered and a beautiful plate could be designed just for you.
Where the Chef came to your table to make sure everything was perfect.
I drive by the building now, it sits empty and the thought of opening back up crosses my mind. That place will always be Bistro Lorene to me.
It is part of my history.
It is a part of me.
Put everything and every part of you into your dreams. Have the people that love and support those dreams right by your side, or behind you, pushing and reminding you that you can do anything.
I have that.
Family, friends and most of all Troy. I doubted myself so many times, cried, prayed and screamed in the walk in.
But I lived my dream, if but for a short 3 years. And the effects, friendships, recipes and memories are part of my every day life.
They are me.
I am Bistro Lorene, not a building, but me.
Thank you, all of you that dined, supported, worked and pushed to make it all possible.
Go after your dreams. Use a little mirror magic and remind yourself how strong you are and you deserve to live your dream! Dreams make such a difference. I’ll be here to support you!
We all deserve it.
Love big,
Lorene