Grumpy refers to John as “The Founder of The Feast.” And when you think about it, this isn’t entirely untrue. Our primary venue happens to be John’s backyard. When the pandemic hit, and our bar closed, we all regrouped at John’s house. John became the de-facto host and was determined not to let the party falter. As time (and months) passed, John upgraded his deck, and his patio to further facilitate what was becoming a rather impressive weekly endeavor. Now, two years later, John instigates the weekly conversation regarding what we do for dinner, does the bulk of the grocery shopping, sends out the weekly invite, hosts the thing, and then cleans up afterward.
