Me? Why, I'm Chef. I am passionate about food. I also enkoy reading, writing, talking, relaxing, having a few pints with my mates, spending time with my girlfriend, and cooking. I am the most loyal friend you could possibly have, and my anger burns long and slow if I am crossed. I'm the first person to stand behind you, and the last to back down from any man. I have a cleaver named Amadeus, a dog named Tchaichovsky, and a truck I've named Vera. everything you would like to know is there if you just ask. I'm an open book, just flip to the right page. I feed and hopefully make large numbers of people happy through that feeding, and I prefer to be alone with my thoughts. I'm tall, big, and yet one of the most gentle people you could meet. I'll gladly call you my friend, and treat you with respect. I only ask three things from anyone I meet. Relax, treat others with respect and dignity, and always, always, tell me honestly what you think of the food. Break those rules, I got a giant freezer with a huge padlock. I listen to Iggy Pop, followed by Sinatra, followed by Stray Cats, followed by Mozart. I wear combat boots with shorts, and look damn good in a tux. I'm gruff, quick, quiet, loud, calm, temperamental, egotistical, humble, and proud. This is only a small fraction of who I am, and what I'm about. I'm tired, need coffee, and smell like Bacon after a long day in my kitchen. I am all and none of these things. I am more to some, and less to some. Perception's a bit of a strange thing, when you think about it.