Broken Inglish isn’t about being polished. It’s about being honest. A little imperfect. A little unexpected. Like my accent. Like my path. Like the best homemade things.
You can try to stay away from what you truly love. But real passions don’t disappear. They stay under your skin. They follow you quietly, until one day you realize they were never a phase… they were always the point.
I grew up in food before I ever chose it. My parents spent their lives in hospitality, and they made one thing clear: stay away from it. Not because they didn’t love food, but because they knew the cost, the endless hours, and the life that belongs to everyone else while yours is always on shift.
Ciao beautiful people!
A passion refused to fade. Food become the language I spoke and how I tell my story.
I tried to listen. I chose a different path. I traveled the world. But I never stopped cooking. Never stopped baking. Never stopped feeding people.
From Italy to Australia to Asia to the US, food kept finding me again. Not as perfection, but as something real: made from scratch, full of care, and always with my own twist.
And somewhere along the way, I realized my English was a lot like my cooking. A little imperfect, sometimes messy, but always honest. I still misspell things, I still carry my accent,
I still get words wrong. But food has always been my real language. In the kitchen, I never needed perfect grammar. Just my hands, my instincts, and the joy of serving people.
And that’s how Broken Inglish was born. A place where imperfection is part of the recipe, and food is how I speak. Because broken doesn’t mean wrong. It means real.
Con amore - Filippo
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