REAL SMOKE x DT-40 JOHNNIE IZQUIERDO
I met Christian Pace and his cousin Luke over at the classic home-spun restaurant named, Argyle Restaurant in Kearny, New Jersey. These young men are authentic locals to the neighborhood, and over our brimming platters of crisply fried fish and chips, I caught bits and pieces of their often illustrious childhood, always away from the manacles and the eager clutches of the local constabulary. But certainly with good reason did the local law enforcement find bigger fish to fry, for these young men didn’t need to find trouble to find their own success on their own terms. They have ambition in them. And the other part? They grew up in a tough part of New Jersey, where it’s always been known as “Jersey.” Calling this area New Jersey would make you stand out like a Sussex County farmhand at Gunnison Beach by Sandy Hook in August. (Look it up!) The Argyle Restaurant is certainly a throwback to another era of Kearny, New Jersey when this town was a stop-over point for many Scottish immigrants, most right off the boat from the old country far, far away. Like my family settled in a less-than comfortable part of Newark, as the crow flies just over a couple hills, this part of New Jersey could be another country entirely. And to this day the buildings and the names of the streets call mention to the past and the faded present tense of Kearny, New Jersey.
STACK EM HIGH…STAY GROUNDED CHRISTIAN PACE