OK, left work a bit early cause it was slow, might as well start fielding these as they come in so I don't get overloaded, Monday's only two hours away for me anyways....
If not, I want to ask: Lonestar... what is the most embarrassing moment of your life?
Sixth grade, Mrs. Woolworth's English class. I had had corned beef and hash for breakfast that morning, and around eleven, I was not feeling too well. I went up to the teacher to see if I could go to the nurse's office, and ended up spewing said breakfast all over her, in front of the whole class. I was all ready a shy and reserved kid, this just put it all over the top. I remained hidden for the next two years at school till I ended up going to a different high school than all my other classmates.
When are you going to make me fucking pancakes? I won't stop bugging you about it until you do.
Got your pancakes right here sister...
Tell you what bud, you show up at my restaurant, I'll make you your fucking pancakes, ok?
For the rest of your life you may only cook with grill, oven, or stove-top, which do you choose?
The grill, with it I can still saute, bake, smoke, etc. The other two are limited to minimal functions.
Would you ever consider being a contender on Hells Kitchen? An if you did would you ask Chef Ramsay what line of hair product he uses?
I am way too private of a person to appear on any such show, and if I were too, it sure as hell wouldn't be that one, plus based on the fucking hacks that do that show, I am overqualified. A good friend of mine made it to the second round of interviews, but they saw a resume that had Cat Cora, a Beard Dinner, and a CIA degree on it, and let him go. They don't want talent, they want entertainment. To see good chefs, watch Top Chef, most of those cats would cook circles around me.