Black Tuesday. You may not remember it, but it will live in infamy amongst the alumni of Liquid Lunch class of ’04.
Fred and I were young parents at the time and we couldn’t afford childcare, so he had Tuesdays off to watch our boys. We had only been open about 3 weeks and we were getting into the swing of running a luncheonette. It was my job to run the kitchen when Fred was gone and I thought it wouldn’t be too bad. I could hold my own with a knife.