Hey – this is Mark O’Keeffe, and welcome to my little cafe.
I’ve traveled a lot. Not well, mind you. I traveled broke, and often found myself in the group hostels and government subsidized shacks of the world.
See, I didn’t have many prospects when I dropped out of high school halfway through tenth grade. It was 1970 and I was 16. My options were the military or grabbing my passport and working my way across the Atlantic on a whaling boat.
I stepped into Ireland exactly as I had left America – broke and hopeless.
I spent the next 25 years of my life leapfrogging around the world. I never put roots down, and rarely informed my current friends when I was moving on.
I’d do it all over again because of one thing: the food.
I consider myself the luckiest man on this god damn planet. I’ve tried food from more countries than most people know the names of. I’ve eaten weirder shit than most people ever even hear of in their entire life. And it’s all been absolutely wonderful.
So for now, I’ve decided to record the best of the best recipes here on this site, in Mark Okeeffe’s Cafe. Some will be normal, some won’t
I encourage you to try them all!