You Can't Just Run Off to Hanoi: A Restaurateur's Struggles



To read more pieces in Sara's series about her new restaurant, Porsena, click here, or click here for her recipe for "family pasta."

I really should have moved to Hanoi instead. For the past four weeks, in the constant blur of opening, that's been the thought swimming in the back of my mind. It's been my default runaway fantasy for almost 20 years, even after I finally went to Hanoi.

Having grown up in the lap of luxury in the third world (I would argue Italy was very third-world in the seventies) I always imagine returning to that when times are tough. I fantasize about the huge old colonial apartment that's pennies to rent, the house staff that costs nothing, and the culturally rich and exotic lifestyle that is ever so much more entertaining than the mundane details of working and juggling home and career that goes on in my own very familiar culture here. It's like you are living in the movie, not watching it, but because it's not your country or culture you can duck out whenever you want. It's the great secret to why being an expat is so alluring. As a foreigner you are not expected to participate in the cultural norms of your adopted country, and since you are not in your country anymore you don't have to participate in your own norms either.

The beauty of the restaurant business is surviving the odds, conquering the waves, and pulling it all back from the brink of the jaws of hell.

Since I obviously haven't run away and all fantasies aside I am unlikely to, I am still reeling from just how much work it is to get a restaurant up and running. I discovered the first week that we are woefully understaffed in the kitchen and quite unprepared.

Neither Sebastian (my chef de cuisine, or "bureau chief") nor I is very good at practicing until we actually have to start performing. We didn't spend weeks cooking our way through the menu, refining how it's all going to come together, come off the line, and go out to the tables. We didn't think of whether we had milk pitchers or olive oil cruets or dessert wine glasses or not. It didn't occur to me that seating a table of eight people at eight o' clock on a Saturday night and allowing them to order willy nilly off the menu could bring the line to a screeching halt as we struggle to put out their food and the rest of the dining room's. I forgot that cooking dried pasta to order takes time and if you make a mistake it takes even more time. I forgot that if I was the only person who knew exactly how I wanted everything cooked I would have to train each cook, which is sort of impossible when you have three cooks in three different positions and you are open for business and you also have to expedite.

The one thing we do have is a great waitstaff that really know what they are doing and rise to the occasion in order to make it work. I made my cousin Matt work the door the first two weeks so that he could be nice to all our friends and family who came pouring in and I could be left alone to snarl in the kitchen and sulk when things were botched—or when the orders just poured in, leaving me to wonder whether I was misinformed and perhaps the restaurant had 120 seats, not 60.


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Everything that can go wrong, it seems, does. The computer screen froze up the first night we were open and we had to use handwritten dupes on random scraps of paper because we don't actually have order slips. Sebastian nearly burned the place down when his half-smoked cigarette ignited a desiccated wreath a friend of mine brought me as an opening gift. The wreath ignited the trashcans and soon the full dining room had 15 of New York City's bravest tromping through to extinguish the blaze in the back courtyard. I briefly considered tweeting about it but realized I can't actually put the food up and tell funny stories at the same time. Maybe later, but not day three.

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Sara Jenkins is based in New York City, where she has developed a reputation as a fine rustic Italian chef. She runs Porchetta, an Italian sandwich shop, and Porsena, a casual restaurant focusing on classic Italian pastas. More

Sara Jenkins is based in New York City, where she has developed a reputation as a fine rustic Italian chef. As Mario Batali put it, "She is one of the few chefs in America who understands Italy and how Italians eat." Sara is also the author, with Mindy Fox, of Olives and Oranges: Recipes and Flavor Secrets from Italy, Spain, Cyprus, and Beyond, released by Houghton Mifflin in September 2008.

The daughter of a foreign correspondent and a food writer, Sara grew up all over the Mediterranean, eating her way through several cultures and learning to cook what appealed to her. She began her professional career in the kitchen with Todd English at Figs in Boston, then went on to work as a chef in Florence and the Tuscan countryside, as well as on the Caribbean island of Nevis, before returning to the U.S.

In New York City, Jenkins became chef at I Coppi, earning that restaurant two stars from The New York Times. After similar turns at Il Buco, Patio Dining, and 50 Carmine, she began work on her own cookbook.

In September 2008 she and her cousin Matthew opened Porchetta, a storefront in the East Village focusing on porchetta, a highly seasoned roast pork common in Italy as street food or festival food sold out of a truck as a sandwich. Porchetta has been wildly successful in New York City, both with gourmands and ordinary folk alike. Porchetta was awarded the top spot in Time Out New York's "100 best things we ate in 2008" and also received a four-star review from New York magazine.

In 2010, Sara Jenkins will open Porsena, a simple and casual restaurant down the street from Porchetta focusing on classic Italian pastas.

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