The routine of the kitchen was so consistent and exacting and busy and hard and alive, and I lost track of time and he died. And he left me his restaurant. And over the last couple of months I’ve been trying to fix it ‘cause it was in rough shape and I think it’s very clear that me trying to fix the restaurant was me trying to fix whatever was happening with my brother. And I don’t know, maybe fix the whole family because that restaurant, it has and it does mean a lot to people. It means a lot to me. I just don’t know if it ever meant anything to him.
THE BEAR 1.08: Braciole












