I am a proud son of an immigrant mother whose French culture and joie de vivre founded and shaped the foodie and person I am today.
A serious addiction to The Good Life
My story starts from the very beginning, actually nine months before the beginning, when I still was deep within my mother’s warm and comfortable womb. My grandfather Pépé insisted on feeding my pregnant mother a hearty Perigord diet of goose foie gras and black truffles to ensure that despite growing up in the savage New World thousands of miles from the French motherland, I would grow up to become a proper gourmand.