His place was incredible. A tiny kitchen churning out an impossible number of different dishes that, in my experiences, did not have a loser among them.

Once I was eating alone in there and he was casually bullshitting around chatty until a guy and girl came in and started taking pictures of everything. He then fixated on the guy with an honestly scary intensity. After a while he walked over and just said, "maybe this isn't the place for you." The couple thought he was joking and tried to laugh it off. He 100% was not joking. They left all but quaking in their boots.

It was strange because I loved the place and always had a terrific, unique time that WAS Kenny for better or in the case of the couple, for worse. There wasn't a filter. Few places exist like that anymore.

One of the most useless of all philosophical outlooks is to make imperfections of any kind the enemy of any improvements. Things are not perfect and never will be but that does make any attempt at betterment pointless.