It's Not About Me
(Even If It Seems That Way)
This is the only time you’ll see me use bullet points, but I think it will help you know where I’m coming from:
Working backward: Brussels, Belgium; suburban New Jersey; London, England; Washington, D.C.; Connecticut; Missouri; Long Island, N.Y.; and originally, back in Queens.
Like a lot of people, I like a big, fat ribeye and a couple of martinis. But I also like finding food you want to tell everyone about, especially if it’s priced in single-digits (or at least below $20). And that means it is probably going to have an origin story somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere. Or at least Southern Europe. Or the Southern United States.
This is important: Unless a chef is a con, the effort will probably be there. I don’t want to knock anyone down because I happen to prefer a certain ingredient or cooking method or to-go container, in fact, that’s the exact opposite of what I am trying to do here. That’s also why I will only reluctantly use the word “best.” Cause as someone once told me, the best bourbon is the one you like the most.
Ah, ok, you’re right, there’s a ‘hidden’ agenda. You’ll see it on
the Mission page, where I talk about the Nashville Food Project.