i will never forget the time we did a fancy dinner event and paired PBR with a course.
or the time i burnt the shit out of my hand. actually i have many of these, but they are all equally ugly and precious all at the same time.
or the time santa came to the kitchen and dropped off some omaha steaks.
i will NEVER forget how restaurant week pwned me. I HATE YOU RESTAURANT WEEK BUT I CAN’T QUIT YOU.
or our SEXY FOOD ONLY rule. (and my nickname for that matter)
i will never forget how stuff broke all the time…
but we always came out victorious.
and by victorious i mean, goddamn, VICTORIOUS.
and the food. yea, the food.
i’m sorry i’m leaving you, but you know i’ll be around. i love you and i will miss my family at CH1 dearly. here’s to leveling up gastronomically. hugs and kisses, shits and giggles xoxoxo ila