I just went on a quick dig and it's starting to check out.

Carole Greenwood Q&A https://archive.md/yj2EO

Dylan Nathaniel Greenwood Obituary https://archive.md/uxLN4

Excerpt from Washington City Paper https://archive.md/2IBdy

Alefantis stepped in, taking in Greenwood and her teenage son, Dylan, at his apartment in Georgetown. One Saturday, typically the busiest day of the week for a restaurant, Greenwood came down with food poisoning. As it happened, Alefantis had a rare night off and so, with an assist from Dylan, he took over the kitchen at Greenwood.

Also the only reason she stayed in DC was to display her art in Alefantis' gallery:

She casts a glance at Alefantis. “Would I have stayed in Washington without a gallery show of my work?” She pauses. “No.”

Score one for Alefantis, who now can lay claim to a gallery, a restaurant, and a new creative partnership. “Art and the restaurant; the restaurant and the gallery…” he muses. “I just couldn’t see us having the one without the other.”

Excerpt from Washington Post article shows neglect on Carole's part https://archive.md/VnHXY

Carole Greenwood of Greenwood Restaurant has raised 13-year-old Dylan by herself. Until two years ago, her son spent every night at her parents' house and she saw him only on weekends. "Some days I feel tremendous guilt," she says. "But I made a clear choice to do this on my own."

Five days after his birth, she returned to the Charlottesville restaurant where she was chef with him in a laundry basket. When she took a job as a chef in Georgetown, she had to place him in day care and with her parents at night, and finally with them all week. "I felt tremendous guilt."

After she launched Greenwood, her own restaurant (first in Cleveland Park, now in Chevy Chase, D.C.), she got a call one Friday. "Dylan had broken his leg sledding. I dropped everything, took him to the hospital. He was supposed to get out Saturday night. I work Saturday nights. "I had Peter Jennings and Mstislav Rostropovich coming for dinner. So I had to leave Dylan in the hospital. It was absolutely wrenching."

Two years ago they moved together to a new house. Now she can watch him, like any teenager, "freak out on a Saturday night in the restaurant kitchen as he asks, 'Why can't I go to the movies!' "

On weekdays Dylan makes his way to the restaurant after school to do his homework and have a snack, before taking himself home on the bus. For his mother, juggling responsibilities is tough. "The school calls me for the PTA Wednesday night at 8. I work! Once there was a music performance Dylan was singing in and I had a party here for 200. I left as soon as I could -- and it was over."

Her son's tastes in food is not especially exalted. Subway or pizza are his after-school snack. "Dylan doesn't eat the food in the restaurant," says his mother. "He doesn't like it.""