One of my earliest memories of my dad is the day he graduated from culinary school.  I remember him receiving his diploma, a tall white toque perched atop his head. It clearly made an impression on me, but it wouldn’t be until many years later, after attempting a year of traditional university, that I decided to pursue a career in cooking.  

My grandmother bought me a small toy kitchen set when I was 3 years old. I used to pretend to take orders and cook for my family.  Since then, I’ve always dreamed of owning a restaurant of my own, but never considered being a chef until early adulthood. 

Connecting with people through food and sharing my passion.