His father's son.
Everything I know about this industry started with a hotel manager in Milan who held me to an impossibly high standard and never once let me coast because of whose son I was.
Where it started
I was born in Rome. My parents met behind a bar, and hospitality was never a career choice, it was the air I grew up breathing. When I was 13, I went to work for my father, a hotel manager in Milan. He was exacting, demanding, and completely uninterested in making it easy for me. One morning I would be on reception, the next in the kitchen, the morning after running breakfast service. Some guests asked if I had a twin brother.
What he gave me was not just technical knowledge, it was a standard. A belief that if you were going to be in a room, you had better know the room better than anyone else in it. He is still in my life. He is a grandfather to my children now, and the reason I have never been afraid to walk into any room and start from scratch.
London
I moved to London at 19. My English was, by my own admission, terrible; limited to hello, thank you, goodbye, and you are pretty. I started in a high-volume tequila bar in Brixton because I wanted to improve fast. I went to the same restaurant in Camden seven times on my days off until the manager had no choice but to hire me.
That's how most things in my career have gone: persistent, direct, occasionally unreasonable.
Over the following years I worked my way from bar back to general manager, opened and managed several venues across London, ran a cocktail ingredients company, and trained under some of the most respected figures in the industry.
In 2017 I won a Rebel cocktail competition that took me to Kentucky, and changed the direction of everything.
