About
I am Debbie Lee. For Christ’s sake, not this one. And while we’re at it, I am not related to this lady. This guy might be my long lost father, though. If you want to learn anything about me via Facebook, good luck slogging through thousands of Debbie Lees—your investigation will be particularly troublesome if you’re the kind of person who can’t tell Asians apart. Save yourself the hassle and just read this:
I am a born and bred New Yorker with a Teflon liver and terrible management skills. I applied both talents to a career as the resident functioning alcoholic/pastry chef of Pure Food and Wine, Fleur de Sel (RIP), Amuse (RIP), The Regent Palms, and Dirt Candy. My training, which includes stints with some great talents including Claudia Fleming and Pichet Ong, paid off with tiny mentions of my work here, there, and elsewhere.
It was fun while it lasted, but after six years I quit that bitch for a master’s degree in journalism from New York University. I am often heard saying that graduate school for writing is a waste of time and money, but maybe one day I’ll be mature enough to realize that I took something away from the experience. (Let’s just hope it’s not herpes.)
In print, I have written for The New York Times, Men’s Journal, UFC Magazine, Vegas Seven, and Vegas Rated.
Online, I have contributed to Gridskipper (circa Gawker), UFC, and Asylum (RIP). I was also a freelance web editor for assorted Hearst titles (Real Beauty, Popular Mechanics, Real Age), but please don’t ask me anything about the inner workings of the empire. The job required me to sit at home and watch Three’s Company re-runs on Nick at Nite while I corrected HTML bugs. However, I did visit the office a couple of times. It reeked of hunger and insecurity.
Assorted recipes and food photos have been published in Raw Food, Real World, the New York Daily News, GOOD, and the online versions of The New York Times and Gourmet (RIP).
I am currently stationed in Las Vegas, and when I’m not working I am spying on people while they pee. My drinking is now limited to tiny sips of fine whiskeys and my management abilities have significantly improved with age (and years of psychotherapy), so do not hesitate to trust me with assignments.
I can be reached at iamdebbielee at gmail dot com.
By the way, pictures steal your soul.
