I was born in 1977 in the back of a '62 VW somewhere lost upon the hills of Southern France on the way to a Steppenwolf show....and traded as a small child for two watermelons....I was taught English by a Irish Catholic priest in the London underground and caught the last train across the Atlantic to the white sands of Eastern NC, where I spent the majority of my childhood raised by a motorcycle club called "The Southern Sinners".....after a brief run in with the DEA, I spent seven years of my life in my early to mid twenties as a Raleigh cop in law enforcement, and enjoyed every second of it and drop of adrenaline....a mid Twenties crisis struck me with the desire to up and travel again as the days of my early youth, so I purchased a broke down '62 VW, jump started it with my buddys Torino and then set off to journey across country to San Francisco with only my dog, a busted surfboard and two watermelons. I slept at abondoned truckstops in New Mexico and had a run in with a cactus named Jesus who gave me the vision of what my future holds. The next morning I drove non stop straight to San Francisco and crashed into a lightpole somewhere on the corner of 4th and Market in a nice little freindly neighborhood appropriately named "The Tenderloin". I made camp there for the night and made lots of really close friends, which I later discovered were really vampires on their way down to a 20 years reunion at a carnival in Santa Cruz. After being robbed blind of nearly everything I owned, I jumped the San Francisco bay and stayed for a brief stint in Oakland at a bookshop located convienantly directly on the tremore line of the San Andreas fault. After a shake up, I drove the US1 into God's Country heading further South along the Pacific coastline, where I finally found my home just behind the Hell''s Angels headquarters bar and grill called " Winter's". My days were then spent winning pool tournaments with the Japanese, drinking Saki bombs with Miller light, counting the starfish on the rocks of Mori Point, fishing with a pole made from a coat hanger and speaker wire and reading every single Ethan Frome book ever written from front to back. After getting bored in my days on the beaches of Pacifica, I attended a Parisian, Le Cordon Bleu culinary school in San Francisco and cut my teeth in some of the best restaurants in the city and Bay Area and I've been chopping broccoli and burning myself ever since. Being a chef has taken me around the world from Provence to Argentina with the simple move of a fork. I cook, write, read, travel and meet interesting people in all kinds of interesting places along the way. As Jesus, the New Mexican cactus would say, I'm lucky....lucky as the day would have it.