Over a decade in. Several continents deep.
A bootstrapped pop-up. Loading and unloading alone. Selling out one week, selling nothing the next. A national burger tour. A restaurant in LA that did so well it collapsed under the pressure of things I didn’t know yet — and honestly, didn’t know who to ask at the time.
The beginning wasn’t always pretty. But I’m OK with failing forward. Most people probably would’ve stopped.
I just kept cooking.
That chapter did what it was supposed to do. But I was always more than burgers. The people closest to me already knew that.
I’ve been quietly cooking at the highest level of my craft for years. Traveling whenever and wherever possible. Taking mental notes. Learning how people gather around food all over the world. Paying attention to how certain meals make people feel safe, nostalgic, emotional, alive.
Mouthfeel came from me wanting a place where edible storytelling, memory, identity, comfort, history, and my deep love for food could finally exist together. No asking permission, just doing my own thing.
Mouthfeel is my little corner of the internet brought back to real life. A place for the food, travel notes, stories, obsessions, and side quests I yap about online to become actual dinners, well-seasoned listening sessions, passionate conversations, collaborations, classes, late nights, and things you can taste. It is the room where my food, my travels, my ideas, and my people finally get to meet each other.
When you come to Mouthfeel, you might find yourself sitting next to people who change your life a little bit. Or maybe you’ll leave dinner with a new perspective, a new friend, a new favorite dish, or a new story. What are you hungry for?
