When I looked at the Village Voice this week I was delighted to see, besides another installment in “The NYPD Tapes,” a story called “Chefs Dish About Their Tats.” I was intrigued by the lead paragraph, “Where misfits go, so do tattoos…Why so much ink behind the bar and in the kitchen? We decided to talk to seven people in the industry to get the story behind their tattoos.” Well, no one’s rounding up a bunch of misfits and leaving me out! After the jump, the story behind this person in the industry’s tattoos.

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My first and favorite tattoo, this ink means the most to me because it’s one of my favorite foods:

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Gremlins are delicious! In a cheeky twist

this one is eating after midnight…right before I eat him!

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I just have an affinity for Gremlin meat. When I used to work at Heirloom, the kitchen would wrap Gremlin hearts in bacon as a special at the end of the night. That old man in Chinatown even delivered.

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I got this next tattoo after I decided it was time to make some real changes in my life. I was coming out of a period when I was indecisive and just drifting and finally I had enough. This ink celebrates my transition.

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But I couldn’t decide on a topping.

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My tattoos are all about my food politics. I want the people who see me naked to have no doubt about where I’m coming from politically:

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Some things I just feel passionate about.

Plus, they’re delicious!

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When I’m standing in front of a mirror, and

have another mirror behind me, and maybe a

hand mirror sort of over on the side, I

don’t want to forget where I came from.

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One of the most beautiful passages from the Bible.

During the holidays, my family take

turns reading it aloud.

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To me, this symbolizes hotdogs. And

rebirth. But mostly hotdogs.

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