I did not grow up eating gourmet food.

I grew up eating buttered pasta out of Tupperware in an orthodox Jewish neighborhood and attended the Culinary Institute of America on a whim. When I graduated, I became a private chef because I dreamed of working with A-list celebrities.

Since culinary school, I’ve done a vegetarian tasting menu for Paul McCartney, and a pop-up restaurant at Soho House. I’ve cheffed a waking funeral and a magic mushroom retreat…. I did it all for the stories but in the process I fell in love with cooking, I fell in love with taking care of people through food and most surprisingly, I fell in love with New York; the city so awake it can turn your dreams into midnight snacks.

I can’t make your deepest desires come true, but if you come to my table, I will feed you. So come… break bread with me.