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Boston Food Coma

When I returned to Portland from Chicago nearly a decade ago, it was with the intentions of staying for a few short months before making my way to New York City. As it turned out, the massive amounts of both physical and financial damage I had sustained from spending my late teens and early twenties working in cocaine-fueled night clubs and rarely sleeping at all made it a far more realistic choice to set up camp in Maine until things “worked themself out.”

As the years went by, the sting of what I perceived to be “failure abroad” transitioned into excitement as I came to the realization that Portland had become amazing place to live. There were a plethora of new restaurants; no shortage of attractive women, and the standard of life was pretty fucking comfortable. In short, this was a far safer place to be a complete degenerate working multiple front of the house gigs and drinking away all of the profits. I even had enough spare time to write about a bunch of this shit and start a blog. Great.

The advent of the Deathmatch parties marked the transition in my mind from just slinging food and booze to actually forming and being part of a community of like-minded people. Both my work with Maine Magazine and Food Coma TV allowed me to branch way out of Portland and see the rest of what the State has to offer, which is why I love Kittery so fucking much.  Now the new Food Coma Show, aided by the new online network, the Entertainment Experiment, is providing a different kind of outlet, and a format that can translate to anyplace in the world.

I love Maine – and now I’m moving to Boston.

Why? Well, I’ve accepted a sales position with an established wine company, which is certainly the catalyst for the transition. More importantly though I think it’s important for Food Coma to expand a bit (and really, Boston is closer to Portland than Camden!), and there are few things I enjoy more than drinking and eating my way through a new city, so this seemed like as good a time as any to pull the trigger and get the fuck out of dodge.

The Food Coma Show will continue according to schedule, with episodes being filmed in Maine for now. The next shoot will be at Nosh at the end of the month, and honestly I can’t wait to get back into it!

My final column in Maine Magazine will be in the April Issue, though I will pop up here and there to freelance for them as they see fit. Writing for them has been an amazing experience, and I’m very grateful for everything they have done for me.

Now I’m ready to keep this shit rolling in Boston. I’ve got a lot of work to do, but first and foremost I need to house a bunch of delicious Chinese food. Anyone in the area feel free to keep me in the loop of where to go and where to avoid like the plague. I will be in the city by early January.

As for Melinda, she’s coming with me. And don’t worry; Dietz and I are going to be just fine. Probably less returnables for the homeless people on recycling day as well, but I’m sure they’ll manage. I also had Jon Biswell at Made-Rite Tattoos ink the Food Coma logo on my arm the other night, and so did Joel. So there’s that. Who needs a drink?

Thank you to everyone who has supported me in my endeavors,


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