Goodbye Le Mary Celeste

Goodbye Le Mary Celeste. It’s time for us to part. It’s time for us to go our separate ways. But don’t think for a second you were never special to me. Don’t think for a second I didn’t spend the best two years of my life with you. Don’t for a second think I don’t appreciate the lessons, confidence, friends, opportunities and love you gave me. I do. Thank you. Thank you so much.

Here’s a little toast to all those who made LMC the greatest place ever to work.

Here’s to my bosses who trusted me and put their faith in me and believed we could do something special. Here’s to Adam. My half-Chinese brother, master of the drunk serious life talk, and the last gentleman in the world. Here’s to Josh. Bar-top dancing bearded hipster short short wearing sommelier party machine. Here’s to Carina. Beautiful inside and out. The only person I know who can get down on the dance floor and pour bottles of mescal down peoples throats while still be classy.

Here’s to Carlos. Work cyborg and one of the best barmen I’ve ever met. Always smiling, especially if there is a 5kg container of nutella in front of him. That first year working with you was just…so…good.

Here’s to Arash. You hairy goofball. I’m still trying to figure out why I love you so much, but I do.

Here’s to our awesome front of house team past and present. Sometimes I wanted to kill you. Mostly I felt honoured to work with such hard working, passionate people.

Here’s to the bar team. Simon: The most beautiful living thing I have ever seen. Consummate professional. Laser guided cocktail-making sexbomb. Here’s to Mika. Bearded part-time reggae-hip hop DJ guru, master of the manly cocktail.

Here’s to Jenny, Clementine, Christina and Kheltoum. You guys are so awesome it almost makes me want to vomit. Hard working, kick-ass, gorgeous. You showed the boys who the real bosses were. Marry me. All of you.

Here’s to those fools who hustled out on the floor. Enrico. You crazy bastard. You rapping, beatboxing natural wine selling semi-homeless Italian bastard. Peta. You were there at the beginning. Rad bitch to the core.

Here’s to Claire. You should know why I love you. But just in case you don’t, it’s because you’re just a teeny weeny bit crazy.

Here’s to Ashton. Soulmate, probable future wife. We kept it real Canadian in the eye of the French Storm. You have no idea how grateful I am for that.

Here ‘s to all the others that came and went and contributed in their own ways to make this such a special experience.

And finally, here’s to my team. Here’s to that amazing group of people that helped me turn that unventilated dungeon downstairs into a kitchen that produced food that people actually liked. Because I’m an emotionless workout robot maybe it’s hard for me to express just how much you have all meant to me. But believe me when I tell you, working with you guys has been one of the greatest things I have done. Ever.

Here’s to Mads. My sous chef. The ultimate soldier. The nicest, hardest working guy you’ll ever meet. Staff meal maestro. Sometimes your station looked like your hair, but I wouldn’t have traded you for the world. I hope we can work together again soon.

Here’s to Matthias. The first person I hired. Still with me after two years. Unbridled ball of crazy Colombian hipster-mustache energy. You are amazing.

Here’s to Olive. Mama bear. Tough cookie. Level 10 on the awesome person scale. Absolute, undisputed Queen of the dance floor. So proud of how far you came and how far you will go.

Here’s to Daniel. The one and only. Baby-faced-kitchen-Viking-semi-famous-Danish house-Dj -naughty-boy.

Here’s to Marco. My Italian. It’s been a pleasure. I hope your experience with me has given you the tools you need to open up your hippy yoga pasta resort in Tuscany! I promise I’ll be your first customer.

Here’s to Emma. My Spanish teacher. Picture of class and beauty…until you get white girl drunk off of one beer. The things you have done after a sip of alcohol have literally scarred me for life.

Here’s to Marion. It was short and sweet. But our Beyonce duets during service were so fucking epic they will probably stay in our hearts forever.

And here’s to every other person who made this amazing journey possible. Here’s to the customers, the reviewers and the people in the industry that supported us.

Here’s to all of you.