That first July night in Silverton, I met the owners, Gene and Jenny, and they hired me right there and scheduled me to start working the next afternoon. I remember after leaving the restaurant going off by myself and hiking up the road that had brought me into town a few hours earlier, overwhelmed with a feeling of 'having arrived' along with a deep sense of gratitude to that amazing night sky above. I was ‘home’ and knew it.
These owners were slaves to their restaurant and it remained successful decades (until selling it a couple years ago) and I loved working there. People came to have a good time, food was great, with a surprising number of German tourists heading to Mesa Verde National Park, and me and my serving charm and speaking German, good times and good tips. Speaking of culinary arts, a part of that is performance art too, such as selling desserts with flair. After I finished with my presentation few said no.