Beyond the deaths, the illness, the grief, the relentless fatigue, the loss of taste and smell, in 2020 we lived in the stasis of another fear: losing places we call home away from home. The places where we met friends or future partners, the places where we celebrated or mourned, the places we received relief in the form of pasta, an afterwork drink, a morning cortado. On the other side of the counter, restaurant owners lost their dreams, lost the businesses they saved for, the culmination of years spent on sweaty kitchen lines over hot gas ranges, burns and cuts from stray chef’s knives like battle scars. New businesses,
→ Continue reading at Eater