I know what you’re thinking, what the fuck does food have to do with Mook shit? Part of what makes someone a Mook is living by your basic instincts. You don’t need society to break down your priorities in life for you, you make your own. What could be more basic than the instinct to feed yourself? Nothing. Just like a junkie takes getting high too far and fiends for that next score, I do the same with good meals.

One day it dawned on me, good food with good people is the key to life. You can be broke as fuck or a billionaire, but it really don’t mean shit. Money, Power, and Respect are cool and all but “the key to life” they aren’t. I’m good with out without polite society breaking down how well off I am by the size of my bank account. I’m not saying it’s fly being broke, I’m just saying I’ve been both ballin and broke more than once and it never changed shit. The only thing you have in this world is your peoples and your pride, period. I don’t care if you own a billion in stocks, you can still end up an unhappy stressed out herb. To prevent this from happening to you, Mook Life is about to bring you your education and break down something far too overlooked, Food.

This is Hard To Offend taking over this motherfucker’s post to show you people how deep our food game is. The following is a collection of flicks I put together in order to relate my mookness though my eating habits. For the passed few time I visited NYC, Mercer and I spent most of our time smoking weed, walking around taking flicks and adventuring to restaurants across the city. Many epic meals where had and lots of good times where shared.  It’s only right we got together and put up this little piece to share this with others like us who love food as much as they love life.

Breakfast is probably my favorite meal. I spent more money on breakfasts in this passed year than most parents spent on their kid’s education. I’m serious, I must of blown a good chunk of my revenue on 20$ breakfast daily for a long time and I don’t regret it.

One of the reasons breakfast is so fucking ill, is because it sets the tone for the rest of the day. Also in addition, one of the things I enjoy the most is the gathering of exited mooks all looking to talk shit about the crazy shit that happened the night before. Every passing person is a victim to a hateful or disrespectful comment and each conversation is spoken in a overly loud manner with lots of foul language and obnoxious laughs.

I like my breakfast to be as filling as possible and no morning sausage, that shit is nasty! American Benny is the truth.. I’m sure this has shaved a few years of heart life in my body.

When I’m tiered of eggs and bacon, I like to hit up them Brazilian joints with the avocado and grilled fruits. Damn this shit is amazing.. A special shout out goes to the marvelous ass of that one waitress we all love so much.

Sometimes, even if the food is good, the vibe can easily kill the meal and make it so that I never come back to that place again. Take this meal as an example, the plate was on point but the spot was over crowded  with extremely annoying hipsters and flaming homosexuals. As a result the food was overpriced and the atmosphere was not suitable for a mook like me. Also the names of the meals where over the top hipster appealing. It’s to bad though..

Lunch is always fun, especially when you are at work. It’s that one hour you get to forget about what needs to be done before the end of the day. You get to sit back with your homie, catch up on what was missed during the week end and play Smash Or Trash with the bitches walking by if you are lucky to get the window seat.

This green papaya, pork and shrimp salad is the ultimate truth.  If ever you see that on the menu of a Vietnamese place, don’t sleep, must cop!

My life has changed when I discovered pho about six years ago. Whats cool about eating pho besides the fact that it’s fucking delicious.. you get to make as much noise as you want while eating and it’s all good.

Words can not describe my love towards my G-ma. Shes beyond gangster and her cooking game is beyond legendary. This woman has fed more mooks than a overpopulated prison in south Texas. I would not be who I am today if it was not for her affection and food. Iv eaten plenty of extravagant meals in my lifetime but even the best of what  I’v had in  restaurants will not compare to one of my G-ma’s every day jump offs. It gets heavy if you refuse to eat or if she judges that you have not ate enough. It’s like the ultimate diss and you will hear about it until you force yourself to finish what she served.

Salty tea with oil and fried beef accompanied by some potato pirashkis is not the common breakfast for most but in our family, this is how we get down.

What better way to get to know someone than over a good plate of hot food. I had just met Kizer for the first time so he could show me around Tel Aviv and take me out to do some spots. These things can get a bit awkward sometimes especially when you meet a person with  a third party connection or the Internet. He took me out to a OG hummus spot in the gutter part of town. After the meal.. it was as if Kizer and I where old time friends. The magic of food.

Fuck rolls! When I go out for sushi, I want raw fish, and lots of it. Keep all the rice, cucumbers, avocados and anything else you put in there and just give me the raw fish. Get on them sashimi plates if you know what’s good for you.

Big shout out to Chef Kevin from Queen Sushi who held down the fort and provided the mooks with outlandish plates.

This is from a spot Mercer showed me in NYC.. I think he has it covered in his section so imma let him put you on. However, last time I was there, the faggot waiter had the nerve to ask for more tip and tried hiding some of the money we gave him as if we would not notice. I’m a big tipper, I always over tip.. but when you ask me for more when all you did is bring me 2 plates and  I dun tipped you right i finna punch you in the face, especially after a couple of pitchers of beer.

I went to a baller-ass chalet this summer with some of my less mookish friends. When we woke up, two of the 15 people in the crib where hard at work cooking this fucking awesome meal for the whole squad on some proper shit. Not one of the omelets broke and the whole thing was just a big success. Now lets see how things go when you go to a chalet with a bunch of mooks…

Here I am at a homie’s chalet for “La St-Jean” with a bunch of mooks. We got some salmon with tons of other good stuff to share with everyone who attended. There where more than enough girls to take care of the meal but being the mooks that they are they simply  threw the salmon in aluminum foil and left it on the grill unattended. No plates let alone rice.. we just stabbed at it collectively like some vultures on a dead salmon carcass, ripping away the flesh piece by piece every one for themselves.

If you don’t like cheeseburgers with bacon, you should move the fuck out of this side of the planet. Went painting with EF and Thes one night, got real hungry in the process. On the way back we fell on the opening night of a spot called Burger Deville. This place is fucking amazing! Do the knowledge!

Fancy burgers are fun but sometimes the best ones are at them dirty potato shacks out in the East part of town. Look at this sexy drip.. YUM!

All you faggots who are too shook to try Indian food for some wack reason are missing out. And all you people paying crazy money for butter chicken and rice are not doing it right. Take your ass down to Park X and walk in to one of the many spots and you will get the real deal. This is at a spot called Sanas. To be precise, it’s Bangladeshi food and in all honesty its even tastier than most Indian spots iv been to. The best part about this spot besides the ridiculously low price and good food is the one giant flat screen blasting Bollywood joints none stop.

Jarret D’agneau is what’s up! I love it when 20 of the biggest mooks get together for a night of pure fuckery at a fancy spot and totally terrorize all the shook people in the place. What are they gonna say.. please leave? We finna spend a few hundred bucks, I can talk loud and scream all I want!

Fuck what you heard I’m a motherfucking sandwich artist. Real talk, i take this shit seriously. Iv had battles with people as if it was break dancing or some shit. I probably got to hit a few skins thanks to my skills. Lots of bitches will let you fill their poons if you know how to fill up their tummies first.

When i told you I’m a sandwich artist I was not joking. No detail is overlooked.. the combination of the cheeses and cold cuts is crucial. The right veggies and mayo is a must. Everything down to the bread and lettuce type is taken to consideration. Fuck with me.

To me food is all about sharing. If you are one for these faggots who hugs his plate and never wants to share when at a restaurant with the fam, you best stay the fuck away from my circle. I finna get mad and hate you for a long time. How are you gonna come to a Chinese joint after hours  and order some shit just for yourself? Your parents failed at raising you properly.

Persians got that good food my DG people already know. Don’t sleep on the marvels of Iranian food. Also, don’t get all mixed up and confuse it with Lebanese like a ignorant mook.

The official Mook Life jerky. But on the real, this shit is tasty as fuck.

This concludes my part of this food adventure. Imma pass the mouse to Mercer cuz this shit is far from over. I’m sure half of you just fucking scrolled though this  shit all fast anyway. But for the people who appreciate foreal, Mercer gets deeper with the food bizz and breaks it down even more.

I’m going to break it down for you in these first 4 shots that relate to a single meal I had the beginning of this year. The main ingredient to any good meal isn’t raised on a farm or cooked. It’s the people you eat with. Sometimes it’s family, sometimes it’s a fly female, In this case some homies from Montreal, some from NYC, some living in Cali or Washington DC. Mooks don’t care where your from, No matter what continent, country, or city you’re in you’re going always going to end up around other mooks. Someone will have a marker or you’ll start smoking a spliff on the street laughing at Mook shit and looking for a spot to kick back and chill. The best spots always involve food.

So you and your pack of Mooks make you way into the spot, you might not realize just how good life is at the moment. You all just smoked that spliff and dipped into a cheap Japanese dive bar because the price is right on pitchers. You order a few things off the menu and BAM, the combination of the weed, beer, and food get you wanting more. A waitress brings the next plate and you’re glad your chopsticks skills are on point because you snatched the big piece of chicken first.

So you get mad relaxed and kick back and more food starts to arrive, conversations spark up and Mooks always break down the next big thing. One of the homies might bring up how dope it would be to have a website dedicated to this lifestyle we all live. You might even offer to design that website later on. Next thing you know you’re typing out a caption trying to describe what’s really good on that very website a few moths later. The only thing that matters at that time is the food is there. As you take in the food you also begin to digest the realities of some mook describing how this shit’s about to blow up. Thoughts get shared in the conversation which might not mean much at the time, everyone is more focused on the food.

This is what it’s all about right here. Hopefully this shit is starting to sink in now, how food is the key to not only your survival, but life itself. You might think life is about that piece of paper in your wallet, or those electrons in your banks computer system that say what you’re account is worth. But when you think about that shit is worthless, in reality it doesn’t even exist and a thin line of collective faith of the masses is the only thing that gives it value. Even a bar of solid gold wouldn’t be worth shit if you were starving. Even if you can trade mad currency for a Bentley, it don’t mean shit if you don’t have food, or people to kick it with.

There isn’t much that can cheer you up after catching multiple felony’s. When some douche decides to start swinging on you and looses, you might want to leave before the cops come. NYC isn’t what it used to be and even the so called tough guys from The Bronx will start talking to the police when they get what they wanted. When you lost your career, just got out on bail, and are facing some serious time because an idiot ends up needing a metal plate in his head, you’re mad at the world. The last thing you’d expect when you think you lost everything you’ve worked for is to feel on top again. This meal did it, being around some of the coolest people you’ve ever met and having some good food puts things back into perspective.

Good food isn’t always expensive, take this burger for example, it’s from the best food truck in Queens NY. Burgers Tacos and just about anything that comes out of this truck is so good.

Last meal of 2009, first meal of 2010 all in one sitting. So good, again, it’s not about how baller the place your eating is, it’s more about the people you’re sitting down to eat with and how dope they are. You don’t realise it but if you ever lost your freedom this is one thing you’ll miss almost as much as pussy.

Another spot so dope if you’ve been to NY and were lucky enough to have seen this bear you know what’s up. $8 pitchers of Sapporo and no matter how much greasy food you think you ordered when the check comes you’re share of the bill is never over $20. This bear in the photo marks the dope spot and you see it while you wait for your table, your stomach starts making room for mad beer and food, and you grow impatient and as hungry as a bear trying to fatten up for the winter.

Bareburger, after eating here you’ll admit it’s the best burger you’ve ever had in your life. It only cost about $10 but you’ll always remember it and is walking distance from the crib. Roll one, smoke it, roll down there and enjoy.

Went up to visit some family in upstate NY and go camping. We never made it out to camp but it’s all good. We swung by my boys Uncles place where he managed an organic farm and he gave us city slickers an education on where all this stuff comes from. After getting the grand tour of the farm he sent us on our way with buckets full of fresh food we picked ourselves. We went to my cousins house, started cooking, and had one of the best meals you could possibly get for free.

The art of rooftop BBQ in NYC is so overlooked. There should be a museum devoted to alcohol and grills on top of buildings.

The breaded pork with portabella mushroom at this Polish place here in Greenpoint BK is fire.

I went to the Bronx and took a lot of good shots of bombed trucks this day. I also ended up coming back to Queens with two free tickets to that nights Mets game. Hit up the homie and hooked him up with a ticket. The dope shots and free game in Shea stadium weren’t the only score that day, afterwords we hit the Colombian neighborhood up and my friend showed me this spot. So much food comes with each meal few can finish their plate. This food is bomb too, especially when you get the “Colombian Soda” to go with it. A cheap pitcher of beer with Ice and some red Colombian Soda in it to cool you down.

The best Thai Restaurant in NYC isn’t in some exclusive Manhattan neighborhood, it’s right here in Queens in a Thai neighborhood and you wouldn’t even know it exists because there isn’t a huge sign because they don’t need to advertise. The only hint at what’s going on inside is the huge line of people out front. Hot day in the summer and you dip inside this joint, the food is spicy but not on some spicy just to be spicy flavor. The heat burns your mouth a little but only to let you taste more of the foods real flavor. It’s cooked in a way that can only be handed down from generation to generation of good cooks improving the recipe over time. As the food hits your stomach you start to sweat from the spice’s heat, even in the air conditioning. One of the best feelings in the world is taking a napkin and wiping your forehead, then taking a sip from an ice cold beer, and then digging in for another bite.

On some exclusive shit right here, this might look like ordinary Sushi to most. The thing about this photo is this was one of the best meals of my life. It’s in Tokyo in a restaurant that’s not open to the public. We’re in the home of a Obe designer (the belt that goes on Kimonos) and I’m the only foreigner to step foot in this place. The owner of this place turned his house into a bar and restaurant that only seats about 25 people, you can’t just get a reservation or walk in, and there is no menu. They decide what’s being served and it’s always as good as it gets if you know the right person and they invite you in.

A good home cooked meal with the right people will make you feel at home anywhere. It don’t matter if you’re 1000 miles away on the other end of the planet. This is the last shot and I know you Mooks are about to go get something to eat now.