Last weekend, unbeknownst to us (and probably to him), we spent our last weekend galavanting around Mexico’s insane natural playground with Andrew: soul surfer, gourmet vegan chef, proprietor of Roots and our good buddy.
Andrew has decided to follow his heart to big, bad NYC. pretty good freakin’ choice. I can’t say I blame him and Marcia and I wish him the best as he continues to look for the good in all things and cook up marvelous eats. We’re still reeling over losing such a good friend, but since NYC is like the center of my universe, I’m sure we’ll be kickin’ it real soon. The real question is what the hell are we gonna do without Roots, we gwon starve to death. A brother can only eat so many quesadillas and tacos…
On second thought: Andrew come back, homie, we gotta eats. pinche güero.
UPDATE: This is unbelievable. Andrew, only two days in NYC, stumbles into Blossom (gourmet vegan cuisine) in Chelsea and subsequently talks his way into becoming their head chef for the new cafe they’re opening on the upper west side. He’s now preparing the menu and overseeing the end of construction on the kitchen, you go Andrew, shheeeit!. the boy is golden. People, if you’re in NYC, don’t sleep, you gotta try Andrew’s cooking. it’s the shiznit.
and make sure you catch him before his tan disappears, suckerrrrr.
Pinche wero…. I have been going every night to the ZOO Bar to find you … and you are not there… Now I know why… Un abrazote el Fer. PS. Ya hay frijoles en Sayulita, come back!