Right around 22 years ago, after a bottle of Jose Cuervo and a lost bet to a chef, I blindly entered the underbelly of the culinary world. Up to that point, my idea of cooking involved heating left over pizza in the microwave and ramen noodles. As I was told by my first chef, and I quote “you couldn’t cook a fucking pickle!”. It was love at first sight (the restaurant world, not the chef), and I haven’t looked back. Now, two decades plus down the road, i’m a little bit grayer and wearing a lot more scars. I’ve worked both back and front of the house. I’ve dish-dogged, cooked, waited, managed and owned. It’s been an eye-opening, laughing, crying, screaming, roller-coaster of a ride and I still love it. Why this blog? To share some stories, rants and raves, recipes and most of all laughs. Feel free to join me, it’s an open kitchen!