My father owned a food truck in the Bronx, New York. That's Daddy holding me up next to my mom. Little did I know, someday, I would be in this business. It wasn't really my plan, I knew that great food was something to be shared, and when I received a little wooden box, that my Father made, the story began to unfold. In that little wooden box were my Father's recipes, handed down, some created and most importantly they became the catalyst for my cooking.
Food is very personal for me, it has to be good, it has to be prepared right and unlike those places that simply re-heat, boil in a bag and serve you processed food, it has to be made.