EVERY YEAR WE INVITE OUR FRIENDS, FAMILY, FARMERS, BREWERS, FISHERMEN AND VENDORS TO COME TOGETHER AND CELEBRATE WITH ALL OF US.

We make a lot of food, pour gallons of wine, mix big bowls of punch, serve rivers of beer and we celebrate with them. Without all of these people, our restaurants would not exist. We’re excited to have the opportunity to host them for an epic dinner--it’s a wonderful time to celebrate our little community

 
 
 
 

Hospitality is everything to us

It extends to events like these, and it’s what drives our restaurants. We love taking care of people in a way that they didn’t even think was possible. It is what fuels us. Again, without these people, we would just be a few guys standing around a few open, empty buildings.

Our purveyors all work on their respective planets - in breweries, on farms, on the water, wherever - but the fruits of their labor (both literally and figuratively) come together to make our universe possible. On this night we extend our gratitude to them for helping us to create this thing. We cook and serve what they bring to us. Together, we get rowdy.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

It's especially fun because so many of us are bound to our proverbial planets. Doing the work they do is hard and takes a lot of time. It is their life--their livelihood. Celebrations on this scale doesn't come often.. Seeing many of these people meet each other for the first time, and eat and drink and laugh, is a wonderful thing. "Oh, YOU'RE 30 Acre Farm!" Or "I've been drinking your beer for 10 years!" We overhear these things and are heartened and humbled to have provided a venue where names can be put to faces and products, especially those that make our universe a reality.  

On this night in particular, the mood oscillated between warm, rowdy, and finally warm and rowdy. Spirits were high and as people came to know each other better, the crowd grew loud, jovial, familial. Outside people smoked in a circle. If I remember correctly, this extended planetary family sang a song to Franklin Arterial.  

And the next morning, we found a friend and local brewer asleep in one of the booths--it was a hell of a night.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Overall, as is always the case with these harvest dinners, plenty of fun was had and we were honored by the presence of many of the very best people in our lives. While the details of celebration can be hazy after the fact, this is what we remember.

This is what makes our endeavor thrive.