Campbell and I went down to Quincy yesterday to hunt yet another necessary piece of paper for the restaurant. Like all good hunts, this one took place with the sky a solid block of grey, and interminable rain blowing every which way around us.
Apparently any restaurant with more than 19 seats requires 2 bathrooms, both of which are ADA accessible, which seems to us a particularly small-bladdered requirement. Given the wonky mechanical layout we’re dealing with (we’re converting an old pasta sauce factory – they weren’t exactly planning for bathrooms), it would’ve been pretty tough for us to meet the requirement – we’d have needed to either double our plumbing budget, or sacrifice something like 10% of our seating.
So Campbell and I wound up in a grandiose courtroom in Quincy at 9am yesterday, admiring the baize carpet and the giant olde-towne-hall chandeliers, and the bloody huge crescent table around which the Board of State Examiners of Plumbers and Gasfitters sat. It’s reassuringly human, after the byzantine tangle of this form, that form, this hallway, that hallway, you-can’t-hand-that-in-to-me-without-this that makes up the necessary prelude to any such encounter. Now you sit down with some experienced plumbers and gasfitters, masters and journeymen, and try to persuade them that you’re being reasonable.
Long story short, they approved our appeal (perhaps our name elicited some sympathy), so we officially Have A Design. Now we just have to build it.
The photo, by the way, has nothing to do with this, except that it’s a shot of Sanborn Court.