Brandon Fazio – unfiltered

BOOM! the kitchen doors swing open, in comes the chef riding on her broom. Cooks that aren’t busy on a task, grab a rag and start wiping already clean counters. Everyone avoids eye contact with her to steer clear of a deathly look. This is a good example of how not to carry yourself as… Read more

Walking home from the bar and grill one afternoon, I noticed a brand new fancy looking restaurant being built on Beach Boulevard. “La Fogata” which means – the fire was the name of the place. A now hiring sign hung. While I was having fun with all the characters I was working with, I wasn’t… Read more

When I was 23 years old my late brother Mark was living in Gulfport, Florida a quaint gulf community full of artists and my favorite type of tree, the palm tree. After he described it to me, it sounded like paradise, and I was tired of the frigid Ohio winters . I packed up my… Read more

I was 19 years old, going to college at Kent State. While attending school I worked as a dishwasher at a small ma and pa place. It had to be 100 degrees in the kitchen that day, Led Zeppelin blaring in the background, all the cooks dancing on the line effortlessly moving as one. The… Read more