They Secretly Booked A $42K Event Behind My Back — Until I Made One Calm Call That Shut It Down

“The Grand Maple,” Derek said. “The flagship.”

The Grand Maple. The restaurant that had been featured in three national magazines, that carried a six-week waiting list for weekend reservations, that food critics drove two hours to review. The place I had put more of myself into than I had put into almost anything else in my adult life. Five years of continue reading …