This, is an unexpected picture of me. Yes. I'm a chef. No, I no longer work here. Why? Well, I'll explain that, but allow me to tell you a bit of my background in terms of culinary.
During the years of 2015 and 2016, I had reconstructive foot surgery. It took a bit to heal up and be able to walk again, but the recovery was a smooth one still. During that time, I was presented with an opportunity to attend a culinary program where I would be taught both Back of House (BOH) and Front of House (FOH) skills for a total of 40 weeks, and we would be getting paid for the time there. We would also meet and get to work with different chefs of color and get a true culinary experience. I've met chefs that I never thought I'd meet and my mind was opened in ways I never really imagined. I'm now friends with a few of them, and that's pretty dope. I worked a big event at the James Beard House and worked with 7 different chefs of color. All in all, my time there was amazing.
With that, I had this thought of owning my own restaurant or bar where I would create simple yet complex dishes that represented me and who I am. As 2024 came in, that feeling just....died. I came in to work, looked at the stove in front of me, and in my head I said "What am I doing?" Then out loud I said "I don't want to do this shit anymore." My co-worker looked at me and said "Travis, you okay?" I said "No. No I'm not. I'm over this. I'm over cooking shit that's not from my mind. I'm over cooking fucking food that truly doesn't tell me about who the head chef is. I'm done with hearing people come here and question the dishes. I put all my fucking chips in, turned down 3 different jobs, 3 different better opportunities, to help someone else with their dream for 2 full years. I'm over it. I'm done. I can't fucking do this shit anymore. I'm not working on my own dreams and doing this, is killing my deep rooted passion for culinary." And with that, I sent an email out and stepped down from my position.
I'm slowly overcoming depression. By being there, it just put me deeper in. It made me a version of myself that wasn't me, so now I'm currently putting all my chips into me.
Yes, I'm still a chef. No, I no longer want to own a restaurant. No, I'm never going to give up on this. Yes, I can cook my fucking ass off......
....and you'll see it soon


















