It was early 2020, the pre-Coron days, Angler was open (the 1.0 version, the good sh*t), and Air Jordan was co-hostless until a red 911 screeched to a halt in palm tree swaying 818 daylight. Max entered the Sherman Oaks Food Building for the first time, to meet Jordan for the first time, and the fellas talked their Apple Pan love, Wolfgang passion, Dan Tana's appreciation, and even back then, Jordan was mispronouncing everything. Hear the truffle oil hate origins, the Massimo frustrations, the reality TV career that never got going, and things have changed for the big bearded ones, but they've also remained the same.