Charlie hasn't always been amazing throughout his life. At some point, he was born a screeching pink meatbag with nothing more than a name. Teething was a goddamned mess. And trying to learn to walk? Forget about it. Stumbling over his own toddler feet, face-planting into furniture, more crying. Then there was that whole school thing...he wasn't great with school.

Okay, so he wasn't amazing, like, ever.

But when he hit puberty? Girls started noticing him and his bright blue eyes. His silly smile, especially when he knew he was getting his way. He began to learn how to manipulate people (read: teenage girls) for his own gain. Did he do anything bad with it? If convincing a bunch of high school sophomore girls to skinny dip in his underground pool when he was in 8th grade is a bad thing, then he didn't even want to be good. But that was the worst of it. Charlie never found himself in trouble, when teachers often fell for his charm every time. Some teachers thought he was cute and charming, while others thought he was just a smartass but otherwise well-meaning kid.

As soon as Charlie graduated, he got the h-e-double-hockey-sticks out of Canada. He loved his parents (and the money they gave him), but he loved foreign girls even more. He traveled with the idea that he was expanding his horizons, learning new cuisine, getting more cultured... Those international women, though! The thing he learned quickly from women was, they sure loved a man that could cook. So that was his motivation for his life, to learn to cook just to impress the ladies. Especially French women, those were his favorite.

At least, that's what he told himself. Don't tell anyone, but he actually kinda liked cooking. He liked learning new things, from different parts of the world. He enjoyed incorporating different techniques from different countries, and mixing ingredients that shoudn't work together but totally did. It became a passion of his--just for the ladies, though, guys! He couldn't talk a big talk without walking a big walk, you know?

So, after traveling abroad for a while, Charlie settled himself in Baton Rouge for a while. He felt drawn to the area particularly for Cajun cuisine, if only because a lot of what he'd learned of French cuisine had shown up in Cajun. He could relate to it, while seeing the different things they did with it. Holy shit, it was good. So he took it with him where he went, and that just so happened to be Boston.

What was he doing in Boston? Good question. Quite honestly, Charlie had found a map of the country, covered his eyes, and pointed blindly somewhere. His index finger had landed on some random city in Idaho... no. He tried again, the second time giving him Boston, and he could accept that. It felt like a good place to expand on his business plan, to open a Cajun restaurant, to impress the ladies of course... And, after a handful of years of success in Boston, why not expand it? He opened Cochon's in NYC in the Summer of 2016, even moreso to impress the ladies. Because that's what he's about, right??

He's been happily floating along, after using his parents' money wisely to invest in a business he loves. For the last ten years, Cochon's has been serving both Boston and New York City its finest Cajun fare. And finally, Charlie can feel pretty damned awesome.