Now that is a great restaurant name, I thought.
The sign above my head, below the nearly full moon, and a few blocks from my friend’s house read in highlighter green letters, The Grill from Ipanema.
I took a photo and sent it to a few pals. My new favorite restaurant name, I wrote.
When I got back to my friend’s house, I told her I was smitten with the Grill’s name. And my friend, who is wise and awake and greathearted, said, “Yes! And did you go in and tell them?”
“Oh, man!” I threw my hands up. “I should have!” Telling people when their words, work, restaurant names move me is a priority of mine. But the restaurant was closed now, and I was leaving in the morning before they reopened.
I flew home the next day. My mind was on work to do and talks to have. And there my mind would stay until the next day when my father and I went out for a walk.
Somehow, on the walk, that highlighter green lettering came back into my head. I took out my phone, looked up the Grill from Ipanema’s number, called them.
The name of your restaurant is so terrific, I said to the fellow who answered. I’ve told a bunch of friends. I can’t tell you how much I enjoy it.
The fellow thanked me a few times, said he was so glad to hear it, said I was welcome anytime, thanked me again. We hung up. I texted my wise, awake, greathearted friend, shared the story with her, thanked her.
So here’s to telling people when we like their work. And here’s to the ones who remind us to do it.