Dear shop,

I remember seeing you for the first time (6 years ago, this month!). Before our friends, Gita and Jens, gave you that makeover. I can't say it was love at first sight, but I knew there was something special about you.

If memory serves, Max was apprehensive of me crushing too hard at first, but he became quickly aware of your charms, and soon fell for you too. We made a call to your guardian for their blessing- to let them know our intentions and to convince them we were honorable and worthy of you.

Seems like yesterday and so long ago. Remember our grand opening party? How the power on the block went out hours before the guests were to arrive? We threw all the bubbly in tubs of ice water and lit a hundred tea candles while the band set up in the dark. I remember everyone being startled when the bright lights came back on all at once - like you had arranged some Suprise! party, for all of us. Nice one.

I remember so many silly episodes along the way. An early trip to the bank to deposit a substantial amount of cash. I thought my unassuming chocolate box was so clever (would belie the contents), while walking down busy Broadway - but then the bottom dropped out and cash splattered all about. That stranger helped collect it, us desperately fighting the wind, looking like one of those spazzy game shows. You suggested I never tell anyone about that. Good advice.

I remember the health department showing up for a full inspection, in the thick of things, on New Year’s Eve! I can still picture that dog flopping and breaking those bottles, just as we were closing after a long night. I remember all the good times we've had too. The laughter. Flights and pop ups and guest winemakers. All the wonderful neighbors and friendly faces that came through. So many who still do. Block parties and artisan markets. Too many tacos to count. Justin Brown banging out blues and boogie-woogie (when you still had that old piano in the back!). I remember chatting with a barista named Wesley out front one day. He asked how I was doing and was one of those genuine souls who stood still and silent, actually waiting for an honest answer. I was moved to blurt out to this relative stranger that I was going to become a father, before telling anyone in my life. He felt like a friend after that. You were looking over my shoulder, kind of laughing about it all.

OK, I'm rambling. as usual. But I just wanted to let you know that you still send me. I still dream little dreams. Am still crazy about you. And I know I'm not the only one. Thanks for introducing me to so many wonderful people. As you know, this is my first time in an open relationship. It's been strange and rewarding and ultimately a unique joy to share you. You've had to share me too, at times, I suppose;).

Anyway, I know it's still a few days away... and I know it's such a silly thing to celebrate. But this past year and well before, with so little other pomp and pageantry... I figured what the hell. It's something, right? So Happy Valentines Day. You're such a sweet little shop. I think you're wonderful. I'm still in love. And I'm delighted to still hold your key.

Daniel


For any or all you feeling up for sentimental celebrations: for your Valentines, Galentine‘s, Palentines, Bacchanalentines, or Root Canalentine's Day… we’ll be here for you all weekend and open early on Monday! I've been informed that there is a very popular sports event on Sunday as well. We have loads of beer and a fridge full of cheese, charcuterie, patés, and other pantry treats for your festivities.