My parents making the ceremonial first order Jimmy's Grand Opening was this past Friday at 5 p.m. Earlier that afternoon, I stopped by my parents house and had the following Abbot and Costello-esque conversation with my Mom:
Me: Mom, I need you and Dad to be at the restaurant at 5 pm to be our ceremonial first customers.
Mom: OKMe: Also, it's gonna be our first dollar, so no matter what you buy it's only gonna cost $1.
Mom: OK....but, we wanna pay for our meal.Me: You will and it's only gonna be $1.
Mom: OK...but we really wanna pay for it.Me: (sigh) You will and it's
really only gonna cost $1
Mom: OK..............Me: Seriously, be there at 5 and don't bring more than $1
I left before it got any more surreal. Then my head began to swim with scenarios where my Dad showed up with 4 quarters or 2 fifty cent pieces.
Anyways, we had a good crowd on Friday night considering we had little time to advertise. There were some bumps and missteps, but we're starting to smooth those out. On Saturday, we opened at 11 a.m. and stayed quite busy through 9 pm with the exception of a couple down periods.
By the time we closed on Saturday night, I had a chafe like you wouldn't believe; I was walking around like Fred Sanford. By Sunday afternoon, I smelled like fry oil with a hint of Gold Bond Medicated Powder. Holy crap. Sunday was pleasantly slow and we were finally able to catch our breaths. The word is getting out and we're already getting a reputation around town for having great food. Funny how that works.
Thanks for all your well-wishes and hope to see y'all soon.