My earliest memory is from a trip to LA when I was 5. The only thing I remember is being served a pizza by Wolfgang Puck. Somehow he had not only happened to be in the kitchen that night, but he heard that some kid requested a Mickey Mouse shaped pizza, so he made one and brought it out to me personally. The restaurant wasnt located at Disney or anything, so it was a pretty naive request. I was way more excited about the pizza then I was about some chef my family claimed was famous. I didnt realize how extraordinary the circumstances were until much later. I was a lot more carefree and hyper than I am now.
