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| - I am in mourning for Fez. Not that Fez has gone anywhere. I've gone. I realize that it's just a restaurant and that there are thousands of restaurants here in LA, where I now live. But Fez has never been just a restaurant to me.
For my family and me, Fez has been the kitchen that isn't in our house. This is where we go when we need some comfort food and, more importantly, some comfort. We can walk in, any time day or night, and be cuddled, cared for and fed. Thomas (the GM for those who don't know him) is a combination of dear friend and goofy brother (younger, I guess, but I'd never say that to him). Chad, the world's most talented actor/waiter/dad always makes us feel wonderful. Chad always makes us feel as if his day has improved just because we walk in the door.
When it was time for the launch of my debut novel there was only one location under consideration - Fez. When our anniversary came on the heels of a blown engine and serious crimp in finances we went to Fez for food, libation and comfort. And when it was time to leave the valley we ate our last dinner at Fez, joined by a dozen good friends and hosted by Thomas and Chad.
So here I sit in LA wondering if I'll ever find a place like that again. I doubt it. Fez is just the right mix of people, place and food that makes it the rarest gem. I'll just have to visit Phoenix from time to time for comfort. And food.
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