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Robert St. John

Restaurateur, author, enthusiastic traveler, & world-class eater.

Mary Virginia

Over the past 30 years our company has been busy. We’ve opened fine dining restaurants, New Orleans-themed restaurants, an Italian restaurant, a live-music club, a daiquiri bar, a 20,000-square foot country and western nightclub, a burger joint, a couple of neighborhood bars, four steakhouses, a catfish house, an officer’s club on a national guard base,Continue reading “Mary Virginia”

Community Cafes

Community cafes and diners are a dying breed. Years ago, people gathered for breakfast in small cafes in downtown areas. They talked politics, sports, and religion over cups of strong coffee, eggs, and grits. At lunch they often returned to the same café and ate fried chicken, country fried steak, meatloaf and chicken and dumplingsContinue reading “Community Cafes”

Honeymoons

If someone is keeping track of honeymoons, mark me down for 23. That might be a lot of honeymoons, though only two are in the typical, “married” sense of the word. The other 21 are associated with restaurant openings. To get the archetypal two honeymoons out of the way, I first married too young toContinue reading “Honeymoons”

R&D

An explorer organizes an expedition by studying maps and charts. A petroleum engineer prepares for a drill by scrutinizing geological surveys of the earth’s strata and seismic graphs. A ballet dancer prepares for a performance with years of training and practice. A competitive sailor reads oceanographic surveys, depth charts, and weather history, and a warContinue reading “R&D”

Opening Nightmares

On a recent list of the most stressful jobs of 2018, Aimee Picchi of CBS News listed (in order from least to most stressful): senior corporate executive, public relations executive, broadcaster, reporter, event coordinator, police officer, airline pilot, firefighter, and enlisted military personnel. I have absolutely no qualms about Ms. Picchi’s top four entries of police officer,Continue reading “Opening Nightmares”

The History of the Party According to Robert

My earliest memory is of a cocktail party my parents were hosting in the living room of our small home on 22nd Avenue in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. The year was 1965, and I was four years old. After a steady Saturday evening diet of Flipper, I Dream of Jeanie, and Get Smart, I was under the covers at 8:30 pm I can remember lyingContinue reading “The History of the Party According to Robert”