Today, we wrapped up our final Tuesday at PJP Buttonwood. And to tell you that I’m a woman ON THE HINGE would be the understatement of the year. This morning when I lamented all of my concerns to Jeanne, she snapped at me (and I quote): “WE’VE COME TO THE END OF THE ROAD AND WE HAD TO TURN LEFT OR RIGHT AND WE CHOSE RIGHT AND WE WILL BE FINE, SO GET OVER YOURSELF.” Welp, there’s that.
Here’s what I know:
PJP Nifong looks like a hot mess in terms of things left to do. Since I know nothing about the construction process, I’m going to assume that it will all come together perfectly in the next five to seven days. In the interim, I just go over there and sweep to help calm myself down. Basically, I’m becoming my mother.
This week we are including golden tickets in ten pie boxes. If you happen to purchase a pie this week and find one, then you and a guest are invited to a sneak preview of PJP Nifong this weekend. And not to humblebrag, but the aesthetic in the new store is perfection. It exceeds all expectations.
Behind-The-Scenes Jason installed our sound system over the weekend, marking the first time we’ve ever had music not streaming through a 2004 laptop coated in a thick layer of flour that only 1/4 of the store can hear. You better believe the first playlist to flood the new space was Jason Isbell.
We spent just a smidge over $11,000 today on equipment. That basically got us two convection ovens, a single door commercial refrigerator, and a dough sheeter. When I handed over the check, my Apple watch alerted to me unusual heart rate activity. Hardly surprising.
And finally, our sign is finally fully lit up and on a timer for the nighttime hours. And when I showed Jeanne, she said “hey, that’s the first time I’ve ever seen our name in lights”. Of all the various iterations of PJP signage during the 1994-2004 era and the 2014-present era, not a single exterior sign ever lit up. And I know I’m biased, but she’s lovely in the night sky…