Little Dana

After graduating from Parsons with high hopes of landing an architectural job in my dream city of Boulder… and moving here without having ever been and not knowing a soul… I landed at SALT. Well, that wasn’t the plan. But doesn’t that random unforeseen point “B” to your point “A” make it all so exciting?

 

My Dad has a habit of referring to events only a week ago by asking, “Doesn’t it feel like forever ago that (such and such) happened?” Well, maybe. Eh, not really. But I will say about six months at SALT and, no matter how fast or slow it’s gone, it feels… right. I’m so thankful for having landed here, with you! You great salty crew you! You never cease to amaze me with your knowledge, dedication and positive attitude. No, really. I love my little work family! …And all the random memories we highlight with our humor each and every day:

 

- Baking and everyone giving Julie credit.

 

- “KEVIN! Randy from ‘el-taco’ on line one!” 

 

- Conor my jerzie boyie. - “I’m from Staten Island!”

 

- Evan and his bowing of the head with hands in prayer… and agreeing from across the room with a quick little nod of the head. How are you reading my mind?

 

- “Yeah lets get old Jamo’s section full, huh boo?” The only waiter I don’t worry to triple seat.

 

- Overusing the word “ow” because all the boys harass me. I’m back in 3rd grade. 

 

- Beth, Mike, Annie, and Lauren’s impressions of their server styles. Seriously hilarious.

 

- My visits at the host stand from the servers and backwaiters throughout the shift J Our sporadic one minute convos keep me going!

 

- Me freaking out when Olivia asked me to drop a dessert. “OMG what do I do?! Position one? Where?!”

 

- “Little Evan”… is ok I’m “Little Dana.” Better yet, I’m “Ann.” Why don’t I get excited when someone tells me their name is Dana? Have I lost my identity? Ann? Dana? Huh?

 

- Demanding the servers empty their pockets of those tiny little colored pencils. Who is taking themmmmm???

 

- Sawyer, Taylor, and Hadley replying with a sweet “ma’am.” Definitely not in Jersey anymore.

 

- Knowing the servers by their color on the computer. Olivia will always remind me of the color red. Jeff, white. Ian, black. Annie, pink. Beth, lavender. Ania, light blue. Shaun, yellow… aw, we’re like a little rainbow!

 

- Calling down to the office from the host phone to ask if Micah is in, only to hear in reply (insert bad impression of lady’s voice here), “No he’s not!” Nice feminine side kitchen crew. Alex was that you?  

 

Laughing at the many nuances throughout the day makes me love working with you all. And even with all the humor working at SALT has taught me a great deal of patience, multitasking skills and professionalism. I am so proud to be a part of the team. We certainly have a great bunch of quality people here. Sharing in the success of a new and well-respected restaurant with solid principles and some seriously talented chefs is an honor. I’m sincerely happy to come to work everyday (well, except that one time it was raining). (Oh and that day I foresee me wiping out jogging up and down the stairs). Thanks for the laugh lines!                  - Much love, Little D.