Miss New York

This photo remind me the photo of New York that I took., which is below. All of sudden, I found that I actually miss New York. Even though the place is messy and smelly but, it has the character and everyone want to have it and I had it. People are right 'hate you will be love you'.
I decide to stay at Brussels. I didn't plan to stay. It was just stopping by. I was on the way to do world tour. Shit happens and it became hard everyday. I found a job in Brussels as a catering chef. I thought it would be good chance to get involve in the catering part since I used to a private chef and I guess that is what I am gonna do, i guess.
Since I can stay here and people get recognize me as a chef at Neptune although I am just a second, here would be the good start of creating my own cuisine. It would be very tough. People might not be ready for new comer.
I always say to myself that if I will have my own place to cook, it will be at New York. I still do want to be at New York more than any other places. However, Brussels might be the good start of opening tiny New York door. It might be good title of me 'A Korean Chef from Brussels'.
One day, I saw a place where I want to have my own place here in Brussels. That actually hit me to think about stating from here to NYC. This would be my question for everyday 'Do I really want to start from here?'.
I still don't have any answer for myself, just giving me theories. For now, I just focus on my job and will see what  it's gonna happen.
My life is good since I actually live under the roof. I have a job which makes me love my job more. I want to be happy and, apparently, Brussels is the place. I still don't know how much I love Brussels yet. it always requires some times. As my told me ' Enjoy whatever you got' I guess that is what I do 'Live my life'. I live for my life and I feel great to do. I guess I love myself that I can't love anyone but I still do love NYC. One day, I will be back, just count on me, New York

lost stories

Since I lost everything, I am starting all over again. Just simple object shacks my life. It seem like natural disaster, which you can not control over it but you should learn how to deal with it.

My story begins with the first trip to work with chef Katsumi Ishida.
I met him when I was at Le Verre Vole . He is a friend with my co worker Ryo. He is a Japanese chef . He is a great guy and chef. I respect him a lot as a chef. He always treat me like as if I am his apprentice but he trust me to do many things. By the way, Ryo opened Le Verre vole Tokyo. With Natural wine connection in France, many people talk about chef Katsumi Ishida. He is the rock star among natural wine makers. He like rock and always rock and roll. Before I left Verre Vole, I had a chance to meet him again because he came by the restaurant to hang out. I want to be his friend and he should show me some tricks. That is why I asked him, with my bad French, if I can have a stagiaire at his kitchen and he accepted me, just right there soon after I asked him. I was hungry for learn new technics of cooking. I did not ask him to pay me because I wanted to learn to be a chef. 2 months at Lyon was great times, except someone pushed me so I was bleeding and, my computer was stolen same night. After all I could not  write at all. It became my good excuse of not much writing even though I call myself as a writer on my card. Now, I got my new 300 euro window vistar computer. Shit computer but I just want to happy to see all the porn whenever I want to see. haha, it may just be a jock. I saved good enough money to travel around the world but living at the hostel was way too expensive for non-income. I had to push myself to limit to see how far I can go on. It was a part of my life experience.

Living in Provence

Where I am right now is called La-Drome-Provence and the town I am staying is Valaurie. I've no I idea what it means but even the name sounds beautiful, isn't it? At the farm, I've been here 3 weeks already and I don't feel like to move. This could be my actual first time for feeling of staying. Thinking of have you ever had thought of 'no, I want to stay'. I think I never had had once. Even though when I stay with my family, I always find a way to stay away from them. I think I finally found my peace here. I became little slow down and relax little bit, simply eat well, work well, and make sure enjoy well.

about a girl and girls II

I feel like i am confidence with ladies since I met many ladies in the half of my life. The ladies make me feel like a man and I've been enjoy it. I can talk dirty shit or bit nasty until she gave me a sign of 'now is the time to stop'. Haha, I am an asshole, I am saying! what can I say, I grew up with girls. Imagine that I was always with girl, cousins and my sister, it was way too much. I might act like a school girl sometimes but, deep inside of me, I am the fucking man.

what happen last two months??

Here are the things that happened to me. My computer was stolen which is the biggest thing for me. Some stupid mother fucker took my baby away and I want my baby back to keep writing and have my own entertainment. who-the-fuck-ever you are, you will pay for taking other person's belongs.
I feel kinda more likely lost myself after all. I don't know. A day before I came to France, my computer broken down and I had no choice but brought it with me anyhow. I used to use my buddy's computer when I started to live in France. Once my friend needed it back, I gave him and I was saving money for buying new one. it took me 4 or 5 months even though it was the cheapest thing anyone can buy. You know people say all the times 'cheap shit', which means it is cheap and it is shit. My computer was that but I liked it. Now, I am at a farm and they are kind enough to let me use their computer to do whatever hell I wanna do with this computer but once I left here, I don't know how to communicate.
Mmm, working at a farm is my second stage of this trip but, only 5.80 Euro is in my pocket and that is all. Good news is that working at a farm doesn't really need money so I got 3 more weeks to bounce back. I tried all these restaurants around this area in order to let them know I am available to work. In three days, I walked about 4 km and visited 6 restaurants. Two restaurants were closed for out of season. Only one chef, I actually met to talk about, you know a chef to a chef. And non of them needed someone to cook right now. So, what should I do from now....
I am not going to give up my traveling. I have to go threw no matter what. I believe in myself and there is always the way to get it done. I knew I would be out of money and no where to go but I prepared. I got my tent and sleeping back. I don't have a computer to type my thoughts but I got my note. My knife case, chef jackets, and working shoes are in my back so I am ready to work. My camera will keep documenting my view of the world and my guitar will be my entertainment. So, am I okay?? I think so. Even though I have walk long way with my baggage, I think I should get threw what I planed. This time I will put a big sign on my back pack "I am a cook to be hired. If you need someone to cook for you, here I am!"
World Tour: Rated R is continuing

Too busy or Too lazy??

I feel sorry to my readers that I haven't posted anything for last a month. Right now, I hit the road to travel all around world to taste what kind of cuisine I want to do.

My first stop is Lyon. I came here was one reason and one opportunity. One of well known chef in Lyon, chef Katsumi Ishida, gave me the chance to learn from him. He is a Japanese but he cooks French better and richer than any French chefs.

I stepped on my first step to complete my journey of searching for my cuisine, just like finding myself.

I am a homeless. Living at one of expansible city and low paid didn't even give me any chance to save some budget but I hit the road anyway. I like to say 'Life is either sink or swim'. I am on the road to be a chef with culinary philosophy. I am not looking for being a Michelin Star chef but I just want to be good at what I like to do for my life.

I wrote some articles for my blog. My defence is that I haven't had the Internet connection plus, much chance to be at the front of my computer that long enough to write something on here.
My homework is to keep writing about my traveling and what is in my mind that keeps telling me or asking me to find the answer. I started my journey. I have to continue it no matter what. I really want to. I want to finish my traveling, just wonder around, this year. I got no money and no one with me. It is for my life and I have to be stronger for it. Don't be too lazy to write something on here because I create this. I created this blog for combined art and culinary.
Dear readers, I will write my ass off. Dear my life, I want to keep recording or keep documenting what I do because what I do is who I am.

It’s been 13 years….

That is how long I have been in the kitchen beside the time I used to be a waiter since I was 16 years old. I don’t remember why I wanted to be a chef when I started it. Be frankly, girls loved a guy with cook books when I started cooking. I thought that was break threw to get laid. Only the problems is that past years weren’t my shows. I wasn’t shiny gold to bright up at the front of ladies. Maybe that is the reason I am always cranky, the person who is always not happy.

Whenever I saw a guy with ugly face and looking so fucking so lonely, I asked myself if I am that guy. really?? Why can’t I be a guy that having sex with 100 girls in a year?? Okay, if you think that I am thinking of sex too much, I think you are right. I do think I am sex addicted sometimes. I thought that I could get laid all the times when I become a chef. Yes, cooking for a girl is the most erotic thing the man can do for her. My favorite thing is that wearing nothing but an apron when I cook for a girl. I haven’t had chance, though. I want to do it!





With that basic reason, without thinking of cooking better food every day, I have only been cooking, I guess. I often embarrass by saying “I’ve been cooking for 13 years.”. When I got a big tattoo of my first knife with a sign of ‘Since 1999’, I didn’t want to put it at the first because people will ask me what is the mean by since 1999 and I have to say that is the year when I started cooking. Only the problem would be that people might think my food isn’t good enough for 13 years and wonder what he has been doing all these years. Despite all these fact that I put it with my first knife, I know it will be my wake up call, to say to myself ‘ wake up! You have been cooking since 1999, for god sake, it was fucking last century.’. I think I became more ego to be better and want to swim deep inside of the ocean because I want to swim, not sinking. I can’t really focus on only one thing, even my writing lost the focus time to time, but, if I focus on many things, I became more focused. It probably is the reason of why I have tried many things. Although my cuisine may lose some focus than 100 percent-ers, I am not only a chef. I don’t have any talents. Only talent that I have is to be different. I can’t just follow other people’s style. I like to observe few thing and then alter to my own way. Whatever I do is just me. I want to hear ‘that is Roy’. Now I want to put that in my cuisine.

Paris, the city I want to stay

This photo is one of my favorite photo that I shoot. Paris is really wonderfully city, especially in Black and white. This city is to live, not to leave. After a few months later, I am going to leave this city to explore other side of France in order to find real French cuisine. I will miss Effel Tower. Effel Tower is the most noticeable that makes me realize I am actually at Paris. Furthermore, I love to take shots at it with others in Paris.

Paris, I am telling you. It’s been wonderful time to be with you and at you. One more thing is that I will miss you and you will always make me to come back to you. I want to speak French and I want to be here again. However, I also think I belong  to New York where I feel more likely to fit into.  I am getting old and I am in my 30s. I am not sure whether I can come back here to live again but, if there is any chance to me back here again, I will grab it without having second thoughts because I LOVE PARIS!

Last Saturday 'till Sunday 7 in the moring

Last Saturday, I had a BBQ party for 30th birthday at Staten Island. People were nice and I had so much fun with working for them. Simply, my job was to grill some hamburg, hot Dog, and kebabs for the people at the party so that they didn't have to worry about food and could enjoy more the party. The job was simple but since I work close to clients, I had to make them satisfied with what I do. Everything I cooked had to be perfect and made them happy.

Overall, I think I did good job because people were so happy about it and I was also happy to serve them as well.

The weather on Saturday didn't help to have sunny day BBQ. Raining was on and off, so a half of people who had been invited didn't show up. It was too bad for them because they couldn't enjoy my cooking. Many people asked my card. They planed to have a BBQ just like this one and would need someone to take care the grill. I said will happy to do that. I don't know how many parties I can hook up but in case I have many parties, I probably would need more cooks.

After the party, I took Staten Island Ferry to the subway station and took subway to Grand

Central station. Guess what happen next... The Station was temporary close until 5.15 am. When I get there the time was 1.30 am. The train schedule to Poukeepsie was supposed to be at 2 am. I thought I would go back to the dorm room around 4, but since the train station was closed, I had to wait until re-opening time. I was shocked. I did not know what to do. I was little hungry, so I walked to 42nd streets to get some munch. For the first time last 4 month, I had McDonald. The time was almost 2 am and there was no choice but Maggy. I ate the bugger as slow as I can; otherwise I had no chance to kill the times. After the shitty Burger, I wondered around the town. I had many things to carry and, more importantly, since I didn't have a government issued ID, I couldn't go to any pubs. I just walked back to the station in order to find any hope. I asked a station officer when the station opened. He said at 5.15, and, at that time, the clock pointed at 2.30. There were many people to wait the station to open. I saw a girl, she is one the picture. She was writing something. Not other people, she looked like a traveler. Just because I was also a traveller and she seemed to nice, I sat next her and then I started talking to her. We both were bored to wait until 5.15, so it was, I guess, good to have a conversation.

Her name is Elizabeth from Canada and she studies Art at far upper parts of New York State. She was on the way to Connecticut to meet her brother. I don't normally do that but I asked her if I can take a photo of her. I figured that taking a photo of her baggage and her would make great shot. She was cool with that and we both like the photos that I took.

When the station was reopened, we said good bye each other. Once I saw the train schedule to Poukeepsie, it was absolutely joke. The time reopening the station was 5.15 and the first train to there was at 7.45. I stood up all night to get in the station and I had to wait another 2 more fucking hours to get on the train. I bought a ticket and I wonder around like a lost kid.

Luckily, I met Elizabeth again. Her train to Connecticut was at 7.15. While I was with her and suddenly wanted to have a cub of coffee, the caffeine power to wake up. I suggested her if she wanted to drink. She said yes and we went to Starbucks in the station.

In just 5 hours, I had so much fun with her. Without her, I would have so bored hours. I wish she could be my good friend. I wish we would keep in touch each other. I really thank to her kindness and bright smile.

From Saturday to 7 in Sunday morning, I met many good people and had so much fun. I aways believe there are more good people than bad people in the world. I hope everyone is good person

LLOYD town NY block party

after I got out from Meat room at CIA, I went to Lloyd town, NY with Doug. Doug found that our

chef, chef Mark Elia, was going to cook something for the town. He has his own shop in this town. He is a hometown boy. He grew up there and still lives there. Dough and I wanted to taste his meat since he is a butcher and our meat class teacher. We both had Pulled Pork sandwich and I also had hot dog with chili. It was good, very homey.

I saw really interesting food on another corner of the block, it was called beer can chicken. Doug told me it was a opened beer can with beer inside stuck inside of chicken's ass before roasting it, mmm very creative...

There was totally new world to me because I've never been any small town in US. The party was placed on only one block, and it seemed to be all the people in town were there. A teenagers band played very well, well enough to make the town people to party people. We were probably the only stranger in town. Fun day... and don't forget "Donation for Education!"