10/16/2026
Yesterday I worked a 20-hour day. Honestly, it wasn’t my first, and it won’t be my last.
Most of you know this business started in 2022 in my driveway. And I’m fully aware that getting voted Best Caterer in Cleveland by Cleveland Magazine’s readers might mean absolutely nothing to some people. But to me, it means everything.
The amount of s**t I’ve had to push through to get here is insane. Obstacle after obstacle. Having organs removed. Botched vacations. Car in prison. You name it, it’ll happen.
It’s really hard to put into words how cool yesterday was. Walking around the Science Center, seeing businesses I’ve heard about for years and genuinely think are great, and realizing I had a table there with all of them. The whole thing is surreal.
The last few months have been so crazy that I’ve barely had time to breathe, let alone stop and reflect.
Josh Cribbs’ wife Maria came into MY shop and made a big deal out of ME. Excuse the f**k out of me?
I got to deliver food to the Cleveland Guardians players. Excuse me?
Last night, I served 1,200 people my grandma’s meatballs, and I know we crushed it.
Holy s**t. This is crazy.
I’m not gonna go on much longer, but thank you. All of you. Just typing this is making me a little teary-eyed because this has been a journey.
And I need to shout out my children who helped me last night: Sweet Baby Evelyn, Pain in My Ass Ian, and Disney Princess Isabelle.
Go ahead and tell me these kids don’t wanna work. I’ll laugh right in your face.
So cool. ❤️
But with all that being said, one man keeps us humble: Mr. Tom Hamilton.
No matter how many times we shake our moneymaker in his face, he just won’t show. 😂
Thank you Cleveland Magazine