"If I knew the way, I would take you home."
—Robert Hunter

Over the course of sixteen weeks, ending on Dec. 31, 2015, we published a series of stories at Eater Boston chronicling some the details involved in taking an empty space an turning it into Juliet. Find some excerpts from part 6 below, follow the link to Eater for the full story! 

On  the House:  A Rare Thanksgiving With Family While Waiting for the Floors to Dry

"Those not among the matriarchs might call us something more like an aberration. Like a maniac had cut out favorite character descriptions from arcane fairy tales and pasted them all back together into a new story in a scrapbook. Admittedly, we tend sometimes toward cynical. I prefer to agree with the moms."

"I was born on Thanksgiving Day in 1984. So was Scarlett Johansson."

"My holiday plans were decided for me the minute I took a sous chef job at a busy downtown bistro in the ground floor of a boutique hotel. Half the staff salaries were paid on the proceeds of those fall and winter prix fixe reservations alone."

"I’d likely still be under those fluorescents, a skilled but content malingerer feuding with my ambition while grilling steaks and rolling omelettes in the basement for faceless tourists and a few beloved regulars just above."

"Shrinking appetites aside I think I’ve regained a taste for taking the holidays off, for enjoying them with family. For the relaxation of cooking well for and in sight of twenty instead of ten times that."