About Roger Sewhcomar

I’m an Englishman with Guyanese roots, born and raised in London. I moved to New York in 2000 and have now lived here for almost half my life.

My Creative Journey

I’ve worn many hats: filmmaker, travel writer, and director of operations and facilities at Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts and The Juilliard School.

Recently, I reignited my passion for telling stories about the things I love most—Food, Travel, Football and People—and this site is the result.

Food

My Guyanese heritage shaped my love of food and the philosophy that homemade is always best. With five kids in the house, dining out was never on the cards. Dad had a saying about restaurant food:

“You don’t know what the rass they put in their food!”

The only time we ate someone else’s cooking was after a freezing Saturday shop at Ridley Road Market, when Dad treated us to hot, crusty bacon rolls—I can’t lie, they were sensational.

Living most of my life in London and New York has deepened my curiosity about food. I always want to know what other people are eating, why they’re eating it, and where it comes from.

Over the years, I’ve built a mental rolodex of recipes through osmosis and experimentation. These days, I cook bold, spiced, homestyle dishes inspired by my travels and heritage. For breakfast, think fiery Szechuan bone broth with gao lan, crispy pork belly, and rice noodles—not bacon and eggs.

Travel

My wanderlust began in geography class, tracing my finger across the smooth curve of the globe and dreaming of distant lands. In 1988, I came to New York planning a road trip across America—but the city’s electric pulse hooked me, and I stayed for three transformative years. Since then, exploring the world—its flavors, cultures, and people—has never disappointed.

Football

I love football—talking it, watching it, playing it. I grew up a corner kick away from Arsenal’s old Highbury Stadium, where match days meant sharing my street with 40,000 chanting fans and the smoky aroma of grilled meat and fried onions.

I’ve known the heartbreak of last-minute losses, the high of scoring at Highbury in a schoolboy final, and yes—was completely overwhelmed when Messi finally crowned his GOAT career with that World Cup trophy.

These days, watching matches over a pint and some cheeky banter at my local in Harlem is always a pleasure. I’ve met brilliant fans from every corner of the globe—and countless Americans who still insist on calling Leicester “Lie-sess-ster!”