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ABOUT

I created Foodnbullshit as a platform to go against the grain and the mainstream idea that, in this industry, everything is beautiful under a clear blue sky.
Because I don’t buy that Instagram-ready version of hospitality that is showcased every day. And mostly, I no longer recognize the industry I spent thirty years in.

This is why this website and my pages are not packed with prepackaged slogans or ready-to-cook feeds. I try to make you think, scratch the surface, and strike a nerve.
They are about the reality of the restaurant world. The brilliance, the chaos, the bad decisions, the moments that are worth coming back for.
Just the behind-the-scenes and stories from the pit and the trenches that deserve to be told.

Alex Fenot.

WHY WE EXIST

FROM THE PIT.
INSIDE THE TRENCHES.

Stories that belong on your shelf, not in a disposable feed, written for people who know the difference.

Notes from the floor, the line, and everywhere in between.

09/24/26

08/20/26

09/18/26

YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET THE STONES THAT YOU WANT

TIMELESS

MIAMI'S RESTAURANT SCENE

MIAMI SPICE IS 25 YEARS OLD. HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY

I thought the Rolling Stones had broken my heart, but apparently Mick Jagger wasn’t going to have the last word. Now Prince’s estate has managed to piss me off all over again with Timeless, an album that raises one simple question: what the fuck are these people doing with his legacy? The man, the genius, left behind a musical treasure trove, thousands of songs, and a lifetime of music, shows, aftershows, and tours, and this is what they chose to serve us: a soulless and bland marketing farce. There is something rotten in the kingdom of Paisley Park.

I’ve spent forty years worshipping and listening to the Rolling Stones, so don’t expect an objective opinion. I always thought that no matter what the music industry threw at them, those old pirates would always find a way to surprise me. And they did. But this time not in a good way. I’m trying to make sense of a record I wanted to love but couldn’t.
From the thrill of Blue & Lonesome and the marvelous Hackney Diamonds to the major disappointment of Foreign Tongues, I am struggling to comprehend what the fuck happened there. This isn’t a critic, so no stars, no scores, but a few uncomfortable questions and a letter for a brokenhearted fan.

What started as a lifeline for struggling restaurants has turned into a bloated, overpriced circus that’s losing the plot. Between $95 promotional menus, hidden deals, shrinking portions, and restaurants finally daring to walk away, the whole thing is starting to stink. After years on both sides of the pass, I’m watching from the sidelines for once, and what I see isn’t pretty. Maybe it’s time to stop patching up a broken system and opening restaurants for the people who actually live here.

IN THE WEEDS SERIES

BEHIND THE SCENES

Five volumes.
Five services.
Five different kinds of pressure.
Not to give you advice.
But to show you what usually gets hit first.
How fast it bleeds.
And why it won’t heal.

So you can prepare for it.
Anticipate it.
Stay ahead of it.

So when shit hits the fan,
It doesn’t splash the walls.

SOME TRUTHS ARE MEANT TO BE TOLD.

UNFILTERED CONVERSATIONS ABOUT COOKING, SERVICE, RESTAURANT LIFE,
AND… ALL THE BULLSHIT IN BETWEEN.

GOOD GEAR.
BAD ATTITUDE.

VISIT THE STORE AND WEAR YOUR POINT OF VIEW

JUST GOT OUT OF THE OVEN.

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NO SPIN.
THE GOOD STUFF ONLY

Sharp stories, honest conversations, and the occasional badly behaved opinion. Delivered when there’s something worth saying.

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