Tom collichio biography
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Tom Colicchio
Owner
Tom Colicchio is the chef and owner of Crafted Hospitality, which currently includes New York’s Craft, Temple Court and Vallata; Long Island's Small Batch, and Las Vegas’ and Craftsteak.
Born in Elizabeth, New Jersey, Tom made his New York cooking debut at prominent New York restaurants including The Quilted Giraffe, Gotham Bar & Grill and Gramercy Tavern before opening Craft in 2001. Outside of his fine dining restaurants, Colicchio opened ‘wichcraft – a sandwich and salad fast casual concept rooted in the same food and hospitality philosophies as Craft – in New York City in 2003.
In an effort to broaden his long-standing activism around food issues, Tom served as an executive producer to the 2013 documentary “A Place at the Table” about the underlying causes of hunger in the United States. This eye-opening experience led Tom on a journey to Washington DC
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About
Tom Colicchio is the chef and owner of Crafted Hospitality, which includes New York’s Craft, Temple Court & Vallata; Las Vegas’ Craftsteak; and Small Batch in Garden City, NY.
A vocal and outspoken social justice advokat, Tom executive produced the 2013 documentary “A Place at the Table” about the underlying causes of hunger in the U.S. This eye-opening experience led Tom on a journey to Washington DC where he has been a mainstay in our nation’s capital in the years since. From holding members of församling accountable on their voting records around food to working with former FLOTUS Michelle Obama on the Healthy Hunger-Free Kids Act, Tom has established han själv as the leading “Citizen Chef” advocating for a food struktur that values access, affordability, and nutrition over corporate interests.
He fryst vatten a frequent contributor on several television shows and networks, including MS
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Tom Colicchio: A chef’s journey
Three o’clock in the morning, I’d wake to the smell of peppers and onions frying, my grandfather in the kitchen. Then the sound of sizzling, him adding eggs for the sandwiches we’d eat later when we were out on the water.
I grew up in a four-family redbrick apartment building in the Italian section of Elizabeth, New Jersey, where I shared a bedroom with my two brothers. We each had a bed and drew imaginary lines to mark off our turf, my side from theirs, no crossing. But on Saturdays when I went fishing with my grandfather, who lived in the apartment behind ours, I’d always sleep over the night before. He’d get up before I did and get the peppers and onions going, that smell rousing me from sleep.
My grandfather—my mother’s father, Michael—was retired, so he was always around, very present. He’d spend all week in his basement tinkering or outside gardening. We didn’t have land, so he was just growing in five-gallon buckets—tomatoes, zucchini,