A 210 lb native of Chattanooga Tennessee. Was first exposed to fine food at age 6 when he lived in Palo Alto California. Was also exposed to the Grateful Dead live, but liked food much more. Started in the restaurant business at age 20 for beer money and to date a seating hostess. Twenty-five years later, has lost his taste for beer but not seating hostesses.
Earned an associate degree in Culinary Arts management in 1989. Moved to Orlando where Mickey Mouse scared the hell out of him. Worked at a five star resort in Boca Raton, moved to Miami Beach where he was one of the few; straight, poor, unattractive, caucasians in the neighborhood. Developed a fear of gunshot wounds and had to leave Florida. Moved back to Louisville, Kentucky in 1994. Continued to chase seating hostesses. In 2004 while living in Chattanooga was finally fired for sexual harassment, so now can only flirt with seating hostesses he does not work with. This large man is happiest when he's jamming on a smoky grill or a flaming sautee station. In order for him to be friendly and gentle towards you, offer him some chocolate.
Reading this, it should be obvious that I don't take my self very seriously. Nor do I take the restaurant business seriously. What am I serious about? Food. Oh yeah and seating hostesses