Earlier this year I could see through the windows that the kitchen was taking shape. I really hoped that it would be open by the time my cousin and her friend come to visit in November. I passed by the still-not-open restaurant the other day. Not only did the kitchen look complete, but there was staff inside. Through the window I asked one of them when the restaurant would open. He raised one finger. "One week?" I asked. "No," he said. "One month."
I then looked through the glass doors that will be the entrance to the restaurant.
I doubt that they will be open in a month.