Razor blades and cornbread...

Well...I'm back into the swing of things with this kitchen class. A little salty that i had to shave my beard (it was just gettin' nice!). I'm once again dealing with chefs who are more concerned with weather or not you shaved than if these fucking kids learned anything about cooking in six cycles! I'm feeling ok about the chef I got this go around. I kept hearing about how burned out and cranky he was, but he doesn't seem so bad to me. Of course theres always that one pontcy fucking cuntbag kid who thinks hes the next fucking celebrity chef who is above "working". I don't even know that little 12 yr old-looking pussbags name (and with any luck I'll keep it that way!). He seems to be keeping a distance for now. I can only be so lucky though, eh?! On the bright side...11 days and counting!! Oh yeah, and some girl told me I made the best cornbread she's ever tasted...bonus.

Yes Chef...

Holy shitballs! I'm about to re-enter the culinary school grind. My last 14 days before I graduate. It's going to be rough. I've quickly gotten used to being out of school and it'll be fucked up to return to that world. I'm about to walk into a class thats one third underway...full of kids I don't know...never cooked with...I'm not looking forward to it. On top of all that I'll be working hard to make the re-launch of the Red Room a full success. No pressure.  I guess the only plan of attack is to go in, keep my head down, and fucking cook some shit. As my friend Kevin said to me on our way out..."It's only 14 days. Try not to kill anyone."

my cookie comic...

Click dat shit...

Walkmans, rat tails, and the like...

With the newfound love of all things ironic, some hipster was bound to actually come up with a cool idea. I stumbled on muxtape.com recently. Its a pretty cool idea. It's essentially a streaming mixtape you can share with friends and strangers alike. It's a little weird as I haven't figured out how to search the mixes yet. It seems sort of random. The other downside is that you only get one mix, but you can delete and create new ones...you just can't save the old ones. Anyway, heres mine...I plan to change it when I'm feelin' frisky, so check back! 

Caught up in the "interweb"...

I guess its safe to say that the internet is a pretty magical place. It's as fantastic as it is fucked up. I can remember a time as a youth when in need of information I actually had to (gulp) crack a book. We had this dusty collection of books called "encyclopedias". They were like a really big heavy internet. I laugh thinking about how I can get an idea, type it into a little box, and am showered with all the information available on said subject. Its pretty freakin' sweet, but as with anything you're bound to explore a little. You discover what else is on the internet. The perverse side...no not the porn. Blogs...millions of 'em. Some of them are good. There are a ton out there though that seem to be posted for no reason but the authors sick narcissistic public masturbation. Thats where I come in. I started a blog out of total boredom. I know no one is reading it, but theres a chance that someone might stumble on it and get a chuckle. It's really just a reason to look at goofy videos of people I know dancing like morons...so enjoy. Oh, and if you have a lame blog please feel free to link this page to it so one of your lame friends might see it!

In the hood...

Well, I'm now two weeks away from making the big move from the Bigelow Grille to the Red Room.  Souza's steeping on board to take over the kitchen, and Tim & I are heading over too. Its a bit scary to think about how much work it's going to be, but I'm pretty excited. I think the food that we'll be putting out will be something thats currently lacking in the Pittsburgh scene. Once again I guess I'm starting on the bottom (taking a pay cut, loss of benefits, etc.), but in this case the view from the bottom looks pretty fucking sweet! I can't wait to learn some new techniques and really step up my game. I'd like to try and make something of this whole cooking thing...so come on down to the red room and check it out!

Running man part deux(che).

He's at it again...

You must be bored...

If your checking out this blog, you must be bored. Thank you for taking an interest in my mundane life though! I guess I should begin with a short history of how I became the most powerful and respected cook in Pittsburgh...or whatever. I spent about 8 years riding bikes for various messenger services in beautiful Pittsburgh, PA. It was a fun job, but not much future in it. I finally got sick of it and stumbled into the exciting world of cooking. I started as a lowly sandwich slinger @ Peppi's. I got my chops down working busy lunches. I moved around a bit...doing a brief stint running the kitchen @ the Harris Grill. I then decided to step up my game by going to culinary school. I started working @ the Bigelow Grille a little less than a year ago, and its been pretty great. I work for Kevin Souza who is an amazing chef and a hell of a guy. I've learned more there than I did in school. Kevin laughed at me when I told him I had a blog...then of course he went and did me one better. I guess I accidentally figured out I'm not a bad cook. Thats my story so far...

Tyson does the running man...

This is Tyson. He does one hell of a running man. I heard He was all state running man champ two years in a row...