I have a passion for food. Anyone who looks at my gut should know that. I grew up on a chicken farm in western Pennsylvania; my father owned a whole sale foods business and a deli. I've worked in every possible element of the restaurant industry, from dishwasher and busser to line cook to floor manager, but primarily behind the bar. I've worked in everything from corner bars, chain restaurants, delis, barbecue joints up to high end fine dining and molecular gastronomy. I have some mean chops in the kitchen and even meaner behind the bar.
However, I am on a new adventure through life as working through mental illness and all the fun that comes with that. I decided that I should write about something I don't think gets enough attention from people who are serious about food. The roadside places, the simple take out places that are better than the others, the mom and pop hoagie shops in small towns, the cafes families start and pass on through generations, the fading old Chinese restaurants with table service and Koi tanks. The food press is always looking for new trends; the Yelpers bring businesses up and down with their own entitled opinions, whether warranted or not, whether coming from a place of expertise or just someone with an itch to scratch. (Seriously, who reviews pharmacies on Yelp except for people with serious issues?)
This blog will be a document of my adventures as I eat the unpretentious foods of the different areas I traverse and my relation to them, as well as a document of my own cooking from time to time. I hope you enjoy what you read.
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