11/27/2025
I honestly don’t even know where to start. I’ve spent my whole life cooking for people who didn’t give a damn about me—just wanted to squeeze every bit of work out of me while they chased their own paycheck. One day I finally snapped. I called my wife and said, “I’m done. I’m not living like this anymore.” I walked out, started driving Uber, took whatever catering gigs I could, and just decided to bet on myself.
Since then, it hasn’t been easy. I’ve hit a ton of obstacles—some from the outside, and plenty because I can make some chaotic, manic decisions when I get wound up. But every screw-up, every left turn, every weird detour somehow led me right here.
And here? I love it.
I love this shop. I love cooking real food for real people. I love messing around with customers when they walk in. I love working with people who actually make the day fun. I love building a space that is mine. In every sense of the word. And the way you all show up? It makes every 17-hour day worth it.
I’m thankful as hell. For the support. For the orders. For the laughs. For the fact that any of you choose to keep showing up.
I appreciate every single one of you more than you know, and I hope you keep coming back and eating a ridiculous amount of food.
Thank you—truly.
P.S. I also want to give a huge thank you to Alex Darus (future pulitzer winner) from Cleveland.com. She’s written multiple stories that have shined a light on what I’m doing here, and her support has meant more to , my business and my literal survival than I can ever fully put into words. Thank you, Alex.✊🏼🥹
