The Journey To Easy StrEat
Legend has it, way back some time near the turn of the millennium, a strange guy accidentally stumbled into a role at a bar whilst roaming the streets of Manchester.
With a love for music and food, bundles of energy, this seemed much more enjoyable to the impressionable youngster than washing Ken Dodd's hair as an apprentice hairdresser or listening to that monotonous 'cashier number 5 please' again and again at the bank!
Soon he was taking over, ok well, promoted to a supervisor - involving himself in all aspect of bar life and as the months (ahem, couple of years) past, he soon found himself running a delightful student bar in little-known place called Fallowfield. His reward a lovely plastic plaque with his name on he got to stick above the door, what a charmed life he led.
After a few more months (years!!) he began his adventure yonder of Manchester - sprawling into the darkest reaches of Blackburn, Chester, Kettering, Stoke on Trent, Peterborough and more.
The worldly adventure saw him pick up all sort of tricks of the trade and obviously some delicious recipes too and that's when he started dreaming big.
En-route to London, a wise person eating jellied eels reached out and told him, 'erm Stoke on Trent's hardly the Caribbean or far east mate, beside, London eats (middle aged) boys like you for breakfast so you'll want to learn fast to stay ahead in this town son.'
These where wise words indeed, so that elderly boy set about conquering none other than The O2!
Boomshakalaka: Covid... well that slowed the progress, then, along with a team of trusted companions, boom-shake-shake shake-shake the room, they partied like covid was no more, only for it to return.
Eventually the covid trilogy was truly over when it became clear if a road trip to Barnard Castle can fix your eye sight, then getting back outdoors and telling Sars-Covi-whatever it was to do one, must be the solution, that along with the thousands of handy jab's he just happened to find whilst stumbling into Franny Cricks Institution. It all worked perfectly and after dishing out good, bad and indifferent advice to grannies, celebs and other strangers, it was time to do the conquering.
The team did wonders and smashed all records, throwing more parties and selling more food and drink than ever before, but, not satisfied with destroying one lot of records, he decided to push everyone to do it again, only this time harder, better, faster, stronger. Not only did they blow the bloomin' doors off, rumour has it hey created such a storm, some of The O2 arena's roof blew off too.
With the white tent in East London crumbling in his wake, he decided it was time! To take a break from everything and think about what next ..and eventually whilst stumbling into a bar called Fabwick one early summers day in 2024, huzzah, in a puff of lingering smoke from vapes and mist from the dance floor, emerged two figures, one a white fluffy thing with brown patches, the other even smaller and fluffier with pink dots - This is it! he exclaimed, both Fico and Mia agreed, and so StrEat Easy was born.
Stay tuned for the next chapter..