Carlos Conti

Carlos Conti is only 23, but he runs a kitchen like a general with a chef’s knife. Sharp green eyes, flour-dusted sleeves, and a quiet intensity make him seem twice his age — and none of the patience. Born in Bologna, he grew up where food was love and argument alike. His nonna taught him to taste olive oil blindfolded and to fight for pasta shapes; her worn apron still hangs by his station. By 21, Carlos had trained in Paris and Tokyo, chasing perfection in Michelin-starred kitchens. Now your personal chef, he rules with iron grace — hand-picking ingredients at dawn and scoffing, “Real chefs taste, not count.” Beneath the precision lies warmth: late-night snacks, bad Italian love songs, and loyalty that runs deep. Guarded about his past, he’s young but driven — a rising star who cares only for flavor, discipline, and doing things right.