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	<title>Fuego Spanish Grill</title>
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	<modified>2009-01-06T04:56:15Z</modified>
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		<title>Art, Science &amp;amp; Cooking</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[ Welcome to my first entry into this Blog. Although I’ll generally focus on the art and science of cooking, nothing is really off limits as long as it touches on the restaurant and the restaurant business. You might find a new recipe here, or you might find some tips on getting wine imported from Spain….anyway, let’s get started.<br /><br />The best way to start off is tell you how I started off. I’ve spent my entire life in the restaurant business, mostly in the kitchen. I have to confess that I lied my way into my first job as a cook. I really wanted to be a bartender at this restaurant, and the only way to do it was to get hired on and wait for a spot to open up, so I told them “Yeah, I can grill.”<br /><br />Well, let me tell you, there’s grilling, and then there’s grilling for 300 people on a Friday night at a busy restaurant. Surprisingly, it took them &#039;til 7pm or so to figure it out, but let me stay on and train. I never did go back to being a bartender. I did meet my future wife while managing the kitchen at that restaurant. SHE was a bartender, and I eventually won her over by sneaking her very, very rare beef tenderloin.<br /><br />Some years go by, and I found myself climbing the corporate ladder, managing an entire region of 26 restaurants and getting further and further from being in the kitchen and not being happy about that, so I went home one night and told my wife (yes, she of the rare, rare beef tenderloin) that I was quitting to start my own restaurant. I was going to cook the food I loved, the way I wanted. After about two pounds of beef tenderloin she was in a protein stupor and agreed. In February 2001, I opened the original Fuego Café and Tapas Bar, which later became the Fuego Spanish Grill in Midtown Atlanta.<br /><br />Next episode: The Great Paella War…. ]]></content>
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