wasted youth, chef de cuisine at salt karaoke bar. these are the ramblings of a mad man. not a fascist just doing bits. 1-6-21 wildest tv watching of my life.
Driving to my house screaming brand new lyrics a couple nights ago was one of the coolest things I’ve done with someone in a long fucking time. #feelingavibe.
To be able to say I have two really solid sous chefs is a proud moment for me in my career. They’re collaborating and working well together and bringing the team together. This summer is going to be the one we get next level and we really fucking push.
Last night I cooked the biggest wine dinner at the Nantucket food and wine festival executing entree course flawlessly and the woman running front of house had the audacity to tell us she needed food faster when she couldn’t get food out fast enough.
Everything is packed all I need to do is wake up in the morning and execute. Afterwards might be one of the biggest monkies off my back in a long time.
Got that feeling in my stomach like I did before the Paul Hobbs wine dinner I cooked like 6-7 years ago right now thinking about Nantucket. I’m excited to cook on this level again. It’s been too long.
Nantucket food and wine festival prep is done. And I’m stoked on that. I’m not stoked on having to get a cooler or two to the luggage station by myself. Stoked for this dinner. Gonna make a wild situation with 2 of us executing with the other crew being a sea of people.
I’m cooking the premier wine dinner on Nantucket for the wine festival with like interns helping me and shit and got some other shit cooking in my personal life and I can kinda say I’m stoked on life for the first time in probably 6 years.