It all started with green ketchup.

I was 15 years old at the time, and totally out of my mind.  Up was down, left was right, green was red, and right was wrong, especially when it came to the color of my food.

So, to make things seem right, I started dyeing my food.  I dyed my milk yellow.  My orange juice blue.  My pancakes red.  My eggs green.  Any food that could be dyed took on a color that was not it’s own.  It was beautiful.

I became obsessed.  Obsessed with colored foods.  Convinced that the color of the food enhanced the taste of the food, I decided that when I grow up I will open my own restaurant where you’ll be able to order anything on the menu in any color.  All you have to do is think up a color and describe it to the Culinary Colorist.  The Colorist will then translate this abstract description and dazzle you with the colors’ manifestation in your chosen food.

Since the patron is in charge of thinking up the colors of their food, creativity will be an essential element.  As we all know, food is only as delicious as it’s color.  A burger the color of the sky 15 minutes before sunset is going to taste very different from a burger the color of your grandmother’s crushed velvet sofa.

This will be a place where imagination is served to you on a porcelain platter.  A place where the rainbow is endless.

Creativity will bleed from the walls.  Color will ooze out of thin air.

It will be fun and exciting and epic and mind blowing.

But most importantly, it will be colorful.  And it will seem right.

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