Michael R. Oehm, 34, Contributor/Writer, Bar Manager, Dad
Hello, my name is Mike Oehm and I will be contributing my thoughts and experiences from time to time. Writing a bio about myself is not my idea of a good time. Here’s what you need to know about me:
I am not a food blogger. I am not a photographer. I am not a writer.
I am a 34-year-old single dad to two beautiful girls, ages 4 and 9. I moved to Spokane in 2012, upon acceptance to EWU, where I majored in applied developmental psychology and minored in addiction studies. I grew up in a small town called Sumner, Washington, about 45 minutes south of Seattle. To say that I fell in love with Spokane would be an understatement – and she has loved me back. It probably goes without saying, but she has kicked me in the dick a time or two as well. We always manage to get past it.
My experience in the food and beverage industry started in the dish pit at 15 years old, working for a family-owned Italian restaurant in Sumner called Aversano’s. Throughout my high school years, I moved my way through each position the owners thought I could handle (host, busser, prep/line cook, expo, etc.). I gained my bones behind a bar during the martini craze in the early 2000s, which has, at times, diminished my desire for “mixology” and craft cocktails. Once out from behind the bar, I found what I truly love to do: serve my friends good food while making sure they are happy and satisfied with their time in my restaurant.
My time in the industry has afforded me opportunities to manage my own team, build and execute budgets and be a key player in opening brand-new establishments. I truly love what I do. What’s my end game? To own my own spot, providing top-quality and authentic service while serving good food in a space where it’s okay to laugh as loud as you want and maybe even say “fuck” a time or two.
I write for fun. I won’t ever write what I think you want to hear. That being said, here’s your fair warning: my content is brutally honest, crude and crass, and I’m a bit cavalier toward what anyone thinks about it. I am not political nor religious. I am merely a product of my experience and the relentless pursuit of not being a dick. If we are ever lucky enough to meet in the light of a neon glow, I’ll have a shot of tequila – lime, no salt –and whatever IPA is on draft.