Growing up, my parents owned restaurants in Amherst, Massachusetts, the college town known for its excellent bus system and that one time UMass went to the Final Four, in the 90s.
My dad was the chef and my mom made the desserts, hostessed, and did ungodly amounts of paperwork. It was a grueling business: they corralled undergrads who showed up to work hungover, helped people get citizenship, and paid for all three of their kids to go to college.
