Scrap The Plans, but not The Plan

"I don't know if you guys heard already, but Tom & Troy decided they want to hire their chef at the Tavern in Vista to take over the OB kitchen project," Jarrod told us.  We were setup at Belching Beaver in North Park on a Saturday afternoon.

"Wow, OK.  Well, at least they finally got back to us," Kate said.

"Sorry, guys.  It sucks," he said. "I think they're making the wrong move here.  But, you know what?  You guys are probably better off doing your own thing anyway."

I think Jarrod was sincere about that.  I kind of had a feeling we weren't the right fit for their vision.  Especially when they wanted us to serve chicken wings.

"Damn, we were working on some wings, named after characters from the show, Wings,"  I explained.  "You know, Antonio Scarpache was gonna be an Italian version with Garlic & Parmesan & the Roy Biggins was gonna be BBQ."  

"Haha, yes!  See that's what I mean," Jarrod said.  "You guys are a lot more creative.  I'm sure you'll be fine on your own."

We both thanked him.  I made him a Zach Daddy & he poured us a couple pints.  

We didn't want the experience to sour our relationship with Beaver.  We'd spent a lot of hours selling Cheezers in their tasting room & if anything it gave us the confidence & knowledge to start looking at a brick in mortar for Mad Munch.

Now, we knew how much rent was going for, what equipment we'd need & what health department requirements we had to meet.  Also, we knew for certain, that OB was the only neighborhood to open up our first shop in.