The Beginning
I didn't grow up with a silver spoon or a trust fund. I started in the back of a pizzeria — 16 years old, broke, and elbow-deep in dishes. But even then, I knew I wanted more.
I watched the line cooks and felt the heat. The rhythm. The fire. That kitchen was my first classroom, teaching me that excellence isn't given — it's earned.
As a classically trained chef who earned every skill through professional experience, I learned that shortcuts don't exist in real kitchens. I earned my stripes the old-school way: sweating in hot kitchens, going to culinary school, and moving to New York City with nothing but a chef's coat and some grit.
I packed up and moved to New York at 20, working my way up to Executive Chef at a high-end Italian restaurant that did everything from scratch.
