this year has been shit all around. The pandemic closing our restaurant, the death of my cousin and aunt, the debacle that AJ's turned into. But I had you. I told you when we shut down Nada, any kitchen I find, I am bringing you with me. I never realised that in the end, it would have to be in my heart. Your death shattered me deeply. Out of everything I received for Christmas, this picture of you was the best I could have hoped for. You were an incredible young chef and amazing friend. Your smile was infectious. Your energy was kinetic. Your council was invaluable. I fucking miss you like I miss air or sunlight. I sincerely hope you have peace and no longer hurt. I love you, my brother. You will always be someone I would build a kitchen around, a culture around. And with this pic in my knife bag, I will always carry you in every kitchen I work. Side by side. Always. We have a clear board, chef. Rest in peace
