What Maui Looks Like Right Before You Leave It
Before the emails start and the days accelerate and the restaurant pulls me back into its orbit, I step outside on to the lanai. The pool mirrors the blue above it. The trade winds play on my skin like a whisper. I sit at my table and try to take it all in, the way of chewing slowly when you know the meal is almost over. These are the last mornings. And they alone make it hard to leave.
May-cember Is Real
It is a Tuesday night in early May and I am standing in my daughter's school auditorium, phone in one hand, program in the other, Resy notifications going off in my pocket while I try to be fully present for the last performance of the year. May-cember is real. Here is how I move through it.
What I Eat After Service: Spaghetti Carbonara
All night, I was thinking about this. Spaghetti Carbonara, a glass of red, and a quiet moment at the end of service.
What We Ate at Pre-Shift: Pappardelle Fiesolana
A bowl of pappardelle fiesolana eaten together, standing at the bar before service. A Tuscan pasta rooted in cucina povera, paired with Brunello and carried home for dinner.
The Table Still Holds: A Storm in Lahaina and the Work of Beginning Again
After days of relentless rain in Lahaina, we found ourselves sitting outside again, propping a handheld on the table and making do. Not everyone on the island had that option. But sometimes, even imperfectly, the table is the one thing that still holds.
On the Daily: March 3, 2026: Midweek, We Feast
Wildly excessive for a Tuesday. And exactly right. The seven-day rhythm of restaurant life doesn’t always leave room for family dinners. Last night, we reclaimed one.