The sign. Like the Ace of Base song, only better and more literal.

Big thanks to the Boston Sign Co. for creating this. It was a big morale booster for us to see this go up!

Texting

The following "conversation" (if you call the unintelligible back and forth- a conversation) was between myself and Greg (in case you are out of the loop, Greg is our more silent partner) via late night text message. All parties were sober. I think.

Me: Another "slogan"... You need some eats, we got some frites!
Greg: Lol. We open in May, frites on the way.
Me: Show it who's boss, slather it in sauce.
Greg: I am struggling with rhyming waffle, which ain't so awful.
Me: Get a waffle, better than a falafel.
Me again: Or!!! Try our liege waffle, it's a huge jawful!
Greg: Groaning out loud.
Me: Try the nutella. It's our top sell-ah.
Greg: Share our RILF with your MILF.

End of conversation. It ended so abruptly, I know. Just like this post.

First waffle batch at Saus

We recently purchased a 40 qt mixer, used, from a restaurant equipment store in Quincy and wanted to test it out. Hey, it was priced the same as a brand new 20 qt mixer so why not? After a little dusting, cleaning, and assembly, we put the baby to the work. Here are a couple photos from that day:

Asad, Renee, and Greg breaking up some softened butter into small chunks while Chin and Shira look on:

Chin mixes in the dry components of the dough under Shira's keen eye.