Ian Davis

As fate would have it, a broken hand started a lifelong culinary career. I had a pretty normal life growing up. I went to school in Brooklyn and Queens, and then moved to New Jersey during my senior year of high school where I picked up boxing. I went to college for business with a minor in marketing, but dropped out to turn pro as a boxer. That ended when I had the misfortune of breaking my hand in a match. So I started washing dishes and slowly fell in love with the comradery of the kitchen — and the rest is history.