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From Brooklyn Label to Brooklyn Standard

In Uncategorized on May 25, 2010 at 2:43 am

Friends, Family, Fans, Loved Ones, Critics….A few months ago I met an aspiring restaurant PR person, her name being Megan Chadderton. I had the honor of being her first selection for her V-blog. We took a few days to get some b-real and one evening too shoot the interview piece. I really had no idea when that night ended, what I had said. It was just me talking into a little camera at my house. The time flew by and not a bit of it was staged or thought about, at least on my end ahead of time. What came from that evening is a very important video of a timeline in my life as a chef/restaurateur in NYC. This is a part of my life that I have tried to articulate over late night wine session, weekend bunches, various interviews and most importantly in my personal demonstration of life, by the things we DO rather than SAY. I welcome you to click the link below and enjoy the work of this talented person. For now I am just linking her site, please visit. In the coming weeks I will post the video directly. Take some time to let it load up and watch it in full screen, its shot beautifully in HD.

“Pick up the Orange Boy, Pick it up off the floor, Defend your Reign by Yourself with all the Force of your Heart”

Enjoy!!
The Chef, Cody Utzman

From Brooklyn Label to Brooklyn Standard from MonkeySeesMonkeyEats on Vimeo.

From Monkeyseesmonkeyeats.com Mrs. Megan Chadderton

A few months ago, I decided to start a video blog to showcase the exciting things going on in the food industry. For my first installment I chose Chef Cody Utzman who is largely responsible for shaping the Greenpoint Brooklyn neighborhood into a culinary destination. The road has not been easy and after a dispute over his first restaurant, Brooklyn Label, ultimately drove him back to his hometown of Portland, Cody found himself feeling dejected and jaded. Not one to be held down, he returned to Greenpoint and has since opened 3 successful establishments with little more than his own drive, ambition, and elbow grease. I hope you find his story as inspiring as I do and most importantly – enjoy the video:

www.monkeyseesmonkeyeats.com

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“Jesus Of Suburbia”

In Uncategorized on May 25, 2010 at 12:52 am

On Friday night I had the pleasure of seeing Green Days master piece American Idiot live on Broadway…it’s MY generations “Tommy”. One of the most important pieces of art, music and talent, a true glimpse of American culture as we know it….

I’m the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

And there’s nothing wrong with me
This is how I’m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don’t believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brats are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else’s cocaine

And there’s nothing wrong with me
This is how I’m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don’t believe in me

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone’s heart
Doesn’t beat the same
It’s beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn’t say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I don’t care

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
That don’t believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don’t believe
And I don’t care!

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can’t remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that’s in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody’s perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that’s my best excuse

To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies

I lost my faith to this
This town that don’t exist
So I run
I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don’t feel any shame
I won’t apologize

When there ain’t nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you’ve been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You’re leaving…
You’re leaving…
You’re leaving…
Ah you’re leaving home…

THE CHEF, shows what cooking and living local in Greenpoint, Brooklyn is all about.

In Uncategorized on May 13, 2010 at 12:02 am

YOUR INVITE TO DINNER SERIES….

Thank you to, Hannah Van Winkle shooter/editor/ producer, Annie Novack, Eagle Street Roof Top Farm, Megan the Beekeeper, and Joann Kim.