The lure of being your own boss has created many a restaurateur. Geoffreys,an inconspicuous restaurant on the second floor at Select Citywalk mall in Delhi has a deadly offer for weekday lunches: soup,salad,main course,dessert and coffee for Rs 500,including taxes. Its great quality and good value,but its pretty much empty besides the occasional moviegoer popping in for a drink,or a gang of ladies,lunching. Ive never understood the economics of running a restaurant but Im sure it must be a very lucrative business since so many new ones are springing up all over the place.
Over the years Ive met many regular folks,who,fed up by the daily drudgery of hauling themselves to an office,have plunged into hospitality with varying degrees of success. Like many people fantasise about writing a book,there are many romantic notions out there,about running an eatery or café. Think the movie Chocolat. Or Cocktail.
The happiest restaurant story I can recall is of an ex-colleague in television who spent about three years on the night shift in the control room of a news channel,monitoring all the ad breaks and flow of visuals. Its an extremely stressful job,and as he put it,his career was going absolutely nowhere. On a whim he quit and found himself in Manali,where he runs a restaurant by the Beas called Lazy Dog,now listed in Lonely Planet.
I cant think of any other career other than hospitality with this kind of pressure,where youre entirely at the mercy of your customer. One lousy meal means hes never coming back,besides the fact hell tell everyone he knows not to venture near the place. Post the economic slowdown,the rules of hospitality have changed,worldwide. These days as much as 30 to 40 per cent of a restaurants income can come from private parties. In an era of cost conscious,frugal diners,even the hippest places give out their spaces on weekends to survive.
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