1. The First Ramblings of 2013

    I really should start blogging more…. Words I never thought I would usher…

    But why not? I do lead a fairly interesting life. Once its all said and done, I’d like people to know what happened. Or at least, when given the opportunity, I can remember what happened, so I can write it in a book. 

    But whatever, here is a few ramblings, regarding the past 7 months. 



    After I got back from my travels around Los Estados Unidos, I was presented with the task, of opening up a restaurant. Opening up a restaurant in San Francisco. 

    In retrospect, this was a completely absurd task at hand. And really, the task was very straight forward…. OPEN A RESTAURANT IN SAN FRANFUCKINGSCISCO. 

    Anyway, like any good workerbee, I did what I was asked of. I put together a concept for a restaurant, designed pretty much everything from the ground up, and then told a bunch of people, “Hey, we’re going to open this joint up, its going to serve a very interesting mix of American and Asian food, and we’re going to call it Gung Ho”.

    Well the people who gave me the task were like, “Cool! Let’s do it!” So there it was. 24 years old, and carrying the burden of opening up a restaurant.


    The next few months were crucial. Even though I fucked around a lot, and truly took advantage of any free time (because I knew it would be sucked away soon), I was constantly thinking about Gung Ho. I basically spent all my savings on eating out and going out.


    Some may think that doing that wasn’t so wise, but I needed to check out how good everyone else was, and then tell myself, I had to do it a billion times better. Every day was a new destination, a new place to try ramen, a new place to try fried chicken, a new bar to get drunk in. Find what I like, and translate that into a restaurant. 

     

    This was my R&D. And it was fucking amazing. 


    After my R&D was over, it was time to start constructing the restaurant, and cooking in it. Well I’m not very handy with hammer, but I’ll tell you this. I turned a shitty kitchen, into an amazing kitchen. All by my lonesome. You come and see it right now, and I’ll show you pictures of what it used to look like. This may be my crowning moment as a cook… Building out a kitchen. 

    Construction took a little over a month. We really forced the opening. And honestly, we could have waited another week, but we needed to start making money…


    Once we opened, everything was smooth sailing. We started out busy, and we kept busy, so it was hard to really point out the mistakes we were making. It was after the holidays, once things started to slow down, when we could look at things in hindsight. 

    Its those slow times, where you can really pinpoint, what the hell is really going on, and build upon those things. 


    Now we’re nearing our 2 months of existence. And once again, I’m feeling super excited about what we’re doing. We’re on the verge of hitting something big again, and I’m super excited to do it. I have the best team in the world working behind me, and its fucking nuts. I can’t believe it. 


    I can’t believe that I’m 24 years old, and I opened up a restaurant in San Francisco. 

    That being said. Here are some negative ramblings. 

    2012… 

    RIP

    Jordan Peterson
    Caesar Jose Chuc
    Dillion Donald Naslung
    Doogie the Dog

    Lost a few good men in 2012. I’ll continue living strong for you guys. Much love. 

    ee

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  10. The day I made my last post, I also found out that my friend, Caesar, had been involved in a fight, and was in a coma. When I made the post, I didn’t know any of the details. I just thought, he was gonna wake up and I’d see him next week. I didn’t think anything of it. 

Tragically enough, after my most positive post from this blog, I came to find out, that Caesar wasn’t going to make it. He passed Saturday night, of the 20th of October.

Caesar came to the United States almost 6 years ago, because he was living in a crippled economy in Mexico. Even though I had known him for 4 years, all I knew is that he was a farmer, and had a big family back in Mexico. Through him, I was able to meet more of his family here in the United States, but unfortunately, they had already went back home in the past few years. To say that Caesar was a remarkable person, is an understatement. He was someone that lit up the room. Even though he never cared to learn english (bless his heart), you could tell he was shit talking you in spanish, in the most comical manner. He was a handy man, the hardest worker, a foodie, a lover of great beer and wine, and a man of the world. It is common knowledge in the San Francisco kitchen scene, that he was “el rey”. He was the king. If you needed something or someone, Caesar would get it done. One phone call away, and he’d have it for you. But in the least shady manner possible. I spent 10 hours a day with him, for a collection of almost 3 years straight. When you’re around someone that much, and you don’t hate them, you know you have a solid relationship. 

When we did the first Seoul Patch pop-up, Caesar brought his best friend, and they both dressed to the 9’s. Completely dapper and formal. They also congratulated me on the job well done, and how much they enjoyed the meal. Ironically, after my extremely positive last post, that this happened. I read that blog post for the first time today, and I completely had forgotten I had written it at all. 

When I saw it today, I read it, and it made me excited. I can’t believe I wrote something so motivating. It was something I needed to read. I’ve been a mess these past few weeks. It hurts to accept that you’ll never see someone again. It is a burden I’ve taken on, one too many times. 

But like I said in the last post. Keep Moving Forward. #gungho 
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    The day I made my last post, I also found out that my friend, Caesar, had been involved in a fight, and was in a coma. When I made the post, I didn’t know any of the details. I just thought, he was gonna wake up and I’d see him next week. I didn’t think anything of it. 

    Tragically enough, after my most positive post from this blog, I came to find out, that Caesar wasn’t going to make it. 

    He passed Saturday night, of the 20th of October.

    Caesar came to the United States almost 6 years ago, because he was living in a crippled economy in Mexico. Even though I had known him for 4 years, all I knew is that he was a farmer, and had a big family back in Mexico. 

    Through him, I was able to meet more of his family here in the United States, but unfortunately, they had already went back home in the past few years.

    To say that Caesar was a remarkable person, is an understatement. He was someone that lit up the room. Even though he never cared to learn english (bless his heart), you could tell he was shit talking you in spanish, in the most comical manner. He was a handy man, the hardest worker, a foodie, a lover of great beer and wine, and a man of the world.

    It is common knowledge in the San Francisco kitchen scene, that he was “el rey”. He was the king. If you needed something or someone, Caesar would get it done. One phone call away, and he’d have it for you. But in the least shady manner possible.


    I spent 10 hours a day with him, for a collection of almost 3 years straight. When you’re around someone that much, and you don’t hate them, you know you have a solid relationship. 

    When we did the first Seoul Patch pop-up, Caesar brought his best friend, and they both dressed to the 9’s. Completely dapper and formal. They also congratulated me on the job well done, and how much they enjoyed the meal. 


    Ironically, after my extremely positive last post, that this happened.


    I read that blog post for the first time today, and I completely had forgotten I had written it at all. 

    When I saw it today, I read it, and it made me excited. I can’t believe I wrote something so motivating. It was something I needed to read. I’ve been a mess these past few weeks. It hurts to accept that you’ll never see someone again. It is a burden I’ve taken on, one too many times. 

    But like I said in the last post. Keep Moving Forward. 


    #gungho