Risk: verb; act or fail to act in such a way
as to bring about the possibility of an unpleasant or unwelcome event:
Life is full of risk. I am not going to bore you with all of the
definitions of Risk; be it a noun, verb or board game. Let
it be suffice to say that life is full of risk. I risk my comfort by
waking up in the morning and hoping our rickety old dog has not left
another "dog bomb" next to my slippers each day.
Nothing is
more risky than venturing out on your own while others may mock or
ridicule you as you are putting your self, your reputation, your
fortunes at "risk ". One of the most risky financial ventures is to
open a restaurant. Being either a visionary like Ferran AdriĆ with his
ground-breaking elBulli or Carl Karcher's first hot dog stand, which
later became Carl's Jr (Hardee's if you are on the East Coast) you will
undertake risk.
High rate of failure, low profit margins,
increasing food and labor cost, insurance premiums, fickle diners...
sure, I want to go into a business like that. Every once in a while a
gem may shine in the culinary world. Maybe for a short magical time.
The memory of a romantic dinner with a loved one, meeting out of town
friends, a quiet dinner with a family member burns in my memory like
midnight oil sometimes. Having the setting, tone, food and service all
come together is magic.
Vin Antico was one of those magical
places to dine. Chef Ed Vigil could turn ordinary farm to table bill
into a Mediterranean landscape. Using recipes from Spain, Italy and
France made Vin Antico the best restaurant starchy, uptight Marin County
ever had. Had? Had did you say? Yes, sadly, had.
This
momentary gem, for undisclosed reasons, is no more. I had my first
fiddle head fern, dancing with orange zest and madeira wine with fine
seasonally available vegetables, cooked to perfection there. Marin
County never knows a good thing until it is gone.
Marin
County will continue consuming fondue dipped cheese burgers as it ever
has done in the past. Continually wishing for something new but afraid
to change. Marin County is hanging on to memories of acid indulged
past, burning out on the Grateful Dead while the rest of the world has
moved on once again.
http://insidescoopsf.sfgate.com/blog/2013/01/28/san-rafaels-vin-antico-is-no-more/
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