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Here's the hot dish on Chef Guillermo Perez who you can find in the Kitchen of Dear Mom in San Francisco on most nights.
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Dottore Gustavo: What your favorite guilty pleasure food?
Chef Guillermo Perez: Cheez-Its, Spam, a synonym for a feline meant to indicate part of the female anatomy.
What your favorite curse word?
Fuck. Hands down.
What is your favorite knife?
Cheap vegetable cleaver from Chinatown. Works like a champ. $10, make you holler.
Which sports franchise would you prefer to win their respective championship game? Against which other sports franchise?2
(San Jose) Sharks versus Tiger Woods. Sharks win.
What would be your last meal?
Anything made by my mom. Which is ironic, because I work at Dear Mom.
If you weren't a chef, what would you want to do?
Stalker or serial killer. I guess both, then. Either/or.
What profession would you not want to do?
I wouldn't want to be anything other than a chef. Definitely not a doctor or a taxi driver. Taxis, fuck that shit.
What's your preferred hot sauce?
Mexican ketchup... Cholula or Tapatio.
If Hell exists, what food does the devil force chefs to cook for eternity?
Under-braised tripe with shitty tomato sauce.
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