Am I the only one going back and reading some of his great, entertaining commentary? Man, this is brutal....
When I was about to meet KC in person for the first time, I thought that he would be the outspoken, sarcastic person I read on the forums. I couldn't have been more wrong.
I would say, it took about 10 minutes for him to open up over a bowl of ramen and a beer that I bought for him, of which he only drank about 1/4th of because, according to him, alcohol just makes him fall asleep. He was a coffee guy, not an alcohol guy. We ended up talking very little about knives - mostly about ramen, the ramen we were eating (Tsujita), other restaurants, his restaurant, his (then) relatively new motorcycle, and, of course, his then fiance, Ivy. He couldn't stop talking about Ivy.
I would say, only after a few more meals did a hint of his online persona come out in real life. But, he was generally, really easy going, generous, and a really funny person.
KC also had unbelievable amount of knowledge of Chinese restaurants in the LA area. Because of him, I'm now obsessed with Chinese dumplings - primarily pan fried or steamed; KC detested the thought of boiled dumplings and I agree completely. Dude loved to eat and he ate a LOT.
I always looked forward to trying a new Chinese restaurant with him. For the two of us, we would usually have at least 3 to 4 huge dishes of food; if we had dumplings, there would be at least 4 to 5 plates of dumplings alone. And he was one guy you could almost always count on to go eat out with.
I went to one place he introduced me to this past Saturday and I thought to myself, "I need to call KC to see if he wants to grab lunch" since it had been a few weeks since we last had lunch. I also found one place that makes awesome xiao long bao (soup dumplings) and their pan fried dumplings are like soup dumplings in that they have TONS of juice in them. I wanted to share this place with him to see if he had been there, and to get his opinion. I was going to call him yesterday to see if he wanted to meet up for lunch again.
If I had one more meal with that dude, instead of him out-eating me and calling me a "p*ssy" for eating so little (compared to him) and laughing at me like most times, I would have forced myself to eat more than him, so, just once, I could call him a "p*ssy." And, as usual, we'd just end up laughing at each other.
Rest in peace, KC. You are missed.