Bro the Kanawha City Dunkin better count their days. I was ready to go fight the employees myself after seeing that mouse video.

This and playing Balatro on my phone

I’m back (As a threat)

Making some real deal barbacoa wagyu brisket

West Virginia where you don’t even have to put pepperoni in the pepperoni rolls for people to line up.

I can’t explain how much you don’t wanna miss this

Dear every person making sour dough as a hobby: bake it darker. Don’t be scared.

You can’t pub crawl without a proper base of wagyu corned beef and potato roll.

There are a lot of chefs who like being a ✨chef ✨ more than they like to cook and that’s a problem.

It’s sad seeing talented people crash out.

About to cook some of the best brunch I’ve ever made. We’ve got 100 on the books. No idea if we’re taking walk ins. 😂

We sold out before noon. Charleston yearns for fried cod

Sold 15 of these today. Prepping 30 for tomorrow. Beer battered cod, house tartar, kale/apple slaw on a homemade sesame bun.

Salt & Pepper Crab🌶️🍲

Doing my feastofall prep this afternoon. I will be separating 240 eggs. Thank you for the thoughts and prayers.

West Virginia has lost its damn soul. This state was forged by fire, rebellion, and defiance. It was born from war, carved out by those who dared to stand against the confederate tide. We were the moonshiners who outran the law, the Hatfields who took on the McCoys. Our ancestors bled in the Battle of Matewan and stood their ground on Blair Mountain, facing down gun thugs and corporate mercenaries for the dignity of a working wage. We were the outlaws, the rebels, the ones who fought tooth and nail for what was right even when the odds were stacked against us. Now look at us. One of the most bootlicking states in the nation, falling over ourselves to appease whichever politician spins the best con. We’ve traded our fighting spirit for soundbites and cheap slogans. Our history was written by those who refused to bow, but now we capitulate at the first sign of a slick suit and a hollow promise. The politicians roll in, peddling lies wrapped in patriotism, and we hand over our legacy without a fight. Where is the West Virginia that defied presidents and coal barons alike? Where is the state that looked power in the eye and refused to blink? Where is the outlaw spirit, the defiance, the fighting soul that I grew up with? We’ve been sold a lie that our strength comes from obedience and submission, but our history screams the opposite. We were born to fight against injustice, against exploitation, against anything that dared to chain us. We are the descendants of revolutionaries, and fighters. It’s time we start acting like it again.

I’ll talk about it more tomorrow but this is literally the kind of stuff chefs dream about. I’m in the bathroom typing this and there’s a bunch of local chefs and food lovers hanging out and talking about food. Nights like tonight are so validating.