Meet The Chef

​The funny thing is that being a chef wasn’t exactly the dream growing up. No, I wanted to be an esports pro, of all things. But here’s the kicker: my parents’ cooking? Awful. Truly awful. So, out of sheer survival instinct, I taught myself to cook. That little rebellion against bad food eventually landed me at the Institute Paul Bocuse, one of the most prestigious culinary schools out there. Go figure.

By 18, I was in the kitchen at Les Amis, a two-Michelin-star spot in Singapore. We worked our asses off, and, bam—three Michelin stars. Lightning struck twice when I joined Restaurant Zén; another three-star accolade under my belt. Maybe it’s a coincidence, maybe I’m the secret sauce, who knows?

Now, at 24, I’m all about shaking things up. Sure, I want to blow minds with what’s on the plate, but I also want to ditch the stiff, buttoned-up fine dining vibe. Picture this: incredible food, no pretension, and a place where you can actually relax. That’s the dream.