(But they make great sauce together, and that's all that really matters!)
The reluctant buddies...bound forever by kick-ass Marinara.
Chef Angry Mike It was a dark and stormy night on January 11th, 1964. A man in a tightly clutched raincoat stepped out onto the street. He made a mental note that Flatbush Avenue reeked of death and dirty socks. In the cold rain of the evening, he anguished over the completion of his masterpiece "Othello", as it just occurred to him that Shakespeare had already written it in 1578. "Damn it", he muttered as he turned toward home to begin his next great idea, "War and Peace". But this has nothing to do with our story......
Chef Angry Mike is a Brooklyn native born to parents that were both mentally and emotionally challenged. His mother was a German emigree who refused to assimilate and suffered from OCD to be perpetually clean and sterilized. His father was a NYC junior high school teacher who inherently hated children and counted the days to his retirement. When Mike voiced his desire to attend college, his father brought him an application for the entrance exam at the postal service. "Perhaps after a few years in the sorting room, they'll let you handle money and sell stamps. I don't think you have potential for anything else.", his father declared confidently.
Mike did in fact attend institutions of high education, financing his endeavors by working in various NY restaurants, chopping and peeling his way toward the future.
Mike is currently an executive at a global securities/investment banking firm. He has since moved from his Brooklyn residence to somewhere in New Jersey. He self admittedly lusts after Rachel Ray on a daily basis and thinks her voice, and breasts, are perfect.
He has 3 children of varying ages that regard him as a human ATM machine and many close friends that are artists and musicians who coincidently also like to view him as a human ATM machine, which might shed some light on explaining his anger. Why he still makes gallons of pasta sauce each week for us to enjoy is still a mystery to us all.
The only picture ever taken of Mike in his chef whites while smiling.
Mikey Teutul Like his brother, Mikey went to work for the familyIronworks at age 12, working on and off until he graduated from high school. From there he went on to community college, but after a series of zeroes he realized it wasn't quite his scene. It was back to the Ironworks.
Mikey toiled at Ironworks until he turned 20 and moved to Tempe, Arizona, where he had six different jobs in five months:
* bouncer at a bar, which didn't work out because it interfered with his night life * busboy, which didn't work out because he was "treated like crap" * telemarketer selling cell phones and cell-phone service, which didn't work out because he hates being bothered at home by telemarketers * valet-parking attendant, which didn't work out because they made him run - and shave * movie-theater guy, which was enjoyable because he didn't really do anything but see free movies But overall, Arizona wasn't quite Mikey's pace either, so Rock Tavern once again beckoned.
Back at home Mikey did carpentry with a friend for a year before again returning to theIronworks and working with his brother Daniel. Then, after two years of a job that was "unrewarding, cold and cruel," he went to work for the family cycle shop and was soon on board, answering phones, picking up parts, popping bubble wrap and taking out the trash. Within two weeks of his new job he was already on the road attending bike shows with his brother and father, and his stand-in was already out-performing him.
The New World Order During a bit of "reorganization" of the company, Michael now finds himself working with his brother at Paul Jr Designs, and of course working on his own new super-cool, cutting edge endeavor, FarQueue Products. Mutual friends introduced the two Mike's and now the rest is pasta sauce legend. Michael now happily continues to drive Chef Angry Mike crazy, and focuses on his artwork in his spare time.
Always "All Natural", with no preservatives added. The only offensive thing you'll ever find in our sauce is a heaping portion of bad attitude.
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