I’ll never forget the cold sweat that broke across my forehead three years ago during a high-stakes charity gala. I was standing in the wings of a velvet-draped ballroom, watching three hundred VIPs tuck into their appetizers, when a frantic…
Imagine the scene: you’ve spent forty-five minutes in a networking line, your stomach is growling louder than the bass at a wedding reception, and you finally reach the silver chafing dishes. You lift the lid, steam rises, and you scoop…
I will never forget the ‘Great Slider Tragedy’ of 2017. I was managing a high-stakes corporate launch, and I thought I had everything under control. The essential checklist for successful corporate event catering was tucked in my back pocket, and…
I’ll never forget the first time I really flopped with a catering spread. I had spent nearly four hours—and a terrifying amount of my client’s budget—meticulously folding prosciutto into tiny ribbons and creating a ‘river’ of aged cheddar that looked…
I still remember the feeling of cold sweat prickling my neck as I watched 50 people at Table 12 simultaneously reach for their salt shakers. I had spent months planning the annual Executive Pinnacle lunch, and I was determined to…
I’ll never forget the sight of a CEO trying to balance a champagne flute under his arm while attempting to dissect a ‘mini’ deconstructed pot pie with a tiny plastic fork. It was a disaster waiting to happen, and happen…
I’ll never forget the sinking feeling in my stomach at my best friend’s reception. The venue was a legendary steakhouse, the kind with dark wood and taxidermy on the walls. The main course arrived: massive, glistening cuts of beef. And…
I remember the silent stare-down at a 2019 corporate gala like it was yesterday. Table 4 had three Keto enthusiasts looking for high-fat protein, and Table 6 had a group of strict vegans who just wanted something that didn’t come…
The sun was beating down on a gorgeous June afternoon, and I was staring at three hundred pounds of crushed ice that was melting faster than the bride’s composure. We had five hundred oysters to shuck, and the ‘shucking station’…
I’ll never forget the sound of three hundred people holding their collective breath at once. It wasn’t during the vows, and it wasn’t during the first dance. It was the precise moment a server, while deftly dodging an over-enthusiastic aunt…
