So what is Spagett? Growing up with an appreciation of the arts and all creative mediums, we were always looking for an outlet. Whether that be the traditional path of “art”, the pop medium, video games, music, and not least not, of course, food. The importance put on me for food is more than just substance, its art, its love, it’s a way to turn a shit day into a good one, it’s way to turn sickness into comfort, it can flash you instantly back to a time of happiness, as the french say “I live to eat, not eat to live.” I will never forget one of my first experiences in the North East, my co-founder/CEO Ravioli Rob’s, he doesn’t know how profound an impact this had on me. Before that pasta was just a red sauce, spaghetti with meatballs, maybe lasagna one night? Delicious but nothing mind-blowing, then one fateful day, he asked me if I wanted a sandwich? I said “Sure Mike, Ham with Mustard and Mayo?” The look of disgust was palatable, I knew my Pacific and West Coast roots were being tested, and now my new North East friends were testing me. He took control of the situation, what he handed me was nothing short of a revelation. Prosciutto, Capocollo, and Salami, doused in some Olive oil and Balsamic Vinegar, with a little mozzarella on a hard baguette. Nothing was ever the same after that day. The gnocchi was the way, Anglotties was the delicacy, the red sauce was the medium, and pasta with your Turkey Day became a family norm in my household.