After the Twin Towers fell, the restaurant I frequented never reopened. Besides the obvious business deterrent of the tragedy, the kitchen staff never again showed up for work. We all knew where most of them were that morning—at the very top of the North Tower. We also knew they mostly likely never made it out alive.
The immediate days after 9/11 were a blur of confusion and disbelief. Not knowing what else to do, I helped the restaurant deliver all their remaining food to local first responders, the firehouses and police stations.
