

Quincy Washington began his career at the impossibly young age of 17, working the line at El Bulli before he was technically allowed to order wine. Ferran Adrià called him “the boy with the golden palate.” The press called him a prodigy. Bhoomi called him a kindred spirit. Lazzaro just called him “kid,” and introduced him to caviar-topped martinis and the pleasures of proper salt. Since then, Quincy has cooked in Kyoto, Marseille, and an underground supper club on the Trans-Siberian Railway. But he always circles back to his first loves: food, friends, and the enduring power of whimsy. Enter: the Wienermobile. Acquired at auction “for personal reasons,” the iconic hot dog-shaped vehicle now serves as Quincy’s roving test kitchen, occasional DJ booth, and perennial mood enhancer. He’s known to park it unannounced in sleepy towns, pop open the hatch, and serve seven-course meals inspired by local farmers' markets and childhood dreams. Despite being wildly attractive, in that “you just know he smells good” kind of way, Quincy is warm, humble, and never without a napkin tucked in his collar. He cooks like he’s telling a story, and listens like he wants yours in return. To dine with Quincy is to fall in love a little. To know him is to never quite recover.