Occupation: Waiter, Restaurant
Died at: Harborview Medical Center
Cremated: 8 July 1994
Joey was the son of Joseph Quinonez Sr and Mary Marie Lopez.
Joey moved from Hawaii from an abusive family to Seattle in the late 70's where he became an assistant chef at the Plaza 500. He worked there for many years and eventually ended up at Cutter's on the Seattle waterfront where he was a prep chef. He loved downtown and the Public Market and all that Seattle had to offer.
Joey loved disco music and accumulated a vast record collection. I remember we would rush to Francine's on Broadway with our checks in hand and purchase the latest 12" hits from Canada, Mexico, Europe, etc. The competition between us was amusing to say the least. He even turned me on to some of his Jazz hits and I eventually started liking it.
We were like brothers, but we never fought. He had a horrible "Puerto Rican" temper and I saw him give many a tongue lashing if they wronged him. We rented apartments in the same apartment building which was about a block from the hottest disco on the West Coast and especially in Seattle...the Monastery. Many a night we were there dancing our butts off which kept us thin and active.
Joey was diagnosed with HIV/AIDS in the 80's and at that time the drugs for treatment were worse than the virus itself. He chose to not take HIV drugs and eventually succumbed to the dreaded disease which at that time was a death sentence.
I will forever be indebted to him for showing me the ropes in the kitchen. He taught me how to handle knives, prep, serve food, and decorate the table. He even got me a job at the Plaza 500 where we worked together for many years. He is sorely missed.
Died at: Harborview Medical Center
Cremated: 8 July 1994
Joey was the son of Joseph Quinonez Sr and Mary Marie Lopez.
Joey moved from Hawaii from an abusive family to Seattle in the late 70's where he became an assistant chef at the Plaza 500. He worked there for many years and eventually ended up at Cutter's on the Seattle waterfront where he was a prep chef. He loved downtown and the Public Market and all that Seattle had to offer.
Joey loved disco music and accumulated a vast record collection. I remember we would rush to Francine's on Broadway with our checks in hand and purchase the latest 12" hits from Canada, Mexico, Europe, etc. The competition between us was amusing to say the least. He even turned me on to some of his Jazz hits and I eventually started liking it.
We were like brothers, but we never fought. He had a horrible "Puerto Rican" temper and I saw him give many a tongue lashing if they wronged him. We rented apartments in the same apartment building which was about a block from the hottest disco on the West Coast and especially in Seattle...the Monastery. Many a night we were there dancing our butts off which kept us thin and active.
Joey was diagnosed with HIV/AIDS in the 80's and at that time the drugs for treatment were worse than the virus itself. He chose to not take HIV drugs and eventually succumbed to the dreaded disease which at that time was a death sentence.
I will forever be indebted to him for showing me the ropes in the kitchen. He taught me how to handle knives, prep, serve food, and decorate the table. He even got me a job at the Plaza 500 where we worked together for many years. He is sorely missed.
Occupation: Waiter, Restaurant
Died at: Harborview Medical Center
Cremated: 8 July 1994
Joey was the son of Joseph Quinonez Sr and Mary Marie Lopez.
Joey moved from Hawaii from an abusive family to Seattle in the late 70's where he became an assistant chef at the Plaza 500. He worked there for many years and eventually ended up at Cutter's on the Seattle waterfront where he was a prep chef. He loved downtown and the Public Market and all that Seattle had to offer.
Joey loved disco music and accumulated a vast record collection. I remember we would rush to Francine's on Broadway with our checks in hand and purchase the latest 12" hits from Canada, Mexico, Europe, etc. The competition between us was amusing to say the least. He even turned me on to some of his Jazz hits and I eventually started liking it.
We were like brothers, but we never fought. He had a horrible "Puerto Rican" temper and I saw him give many a tongue lashing if they wronged him. We rented apartments in the same apartment building which was about a block from the hottest disco on the West Coast and especially in Seattle...the Monastery. Many a night we were there dancing our butts off which kept us thin and active.
Joey was diagnosed with HIV/AIDS in the 80's and at that time the drugs for treatment were worse than the virus itself. He chose to not take HIV drugs and eventually succumbed to the dreaded disease which at that time was a death sentence.
I will forever be indebted to him for showing me the ropes in the kitchen. He taught me how to handle knives, prep, serve food, and decorate the table. He even got me a job at the Plaza 500 where we worked together for many years. He is sorely missed.
Died at: Harborview Medical Center
Cremated: 8 July 1994
Joey was the son of Joseph Quinonez Sr and Mary Marie Lopez.
Joey moved from Hawaii from an abusive family to Seattle in the late 70's where he became an assistant chef at the Plaza 500. He worked there for many years and eventually ended up at Cutter's on the Seattle waterfront where he was a prep chef. He loved downtown and the Public Market and all that Seattle had to offer.
Joey loved disco music and accumulated a vast record collection. I remember we would rush to Francine's on Broadway with our checks in hand and purchase the latest 12" hits from Canada, Mexico, Europe, etc. The competition between us was amusing to say the least. He even turned me on to some of his Jazz hits and I eventually started liking it.
We were like brothers, but we never fought. He had a horrible "Puerto Rican" temper and I saw him give many a tongue lashing if they wronged him. We rented apartments in the same apartment building which was about a block from the hottest disco on the West Coast and especially in Seattle...the Monastery. Many a night we were there dancing our butts off which kept us thin and active.
Joey was diagnosed with HIV/AIDS in the 80's and at that time the drugs for treatment were worse than the virus itself. He chose to not take HIV drugs and eventually succumbed to the dreaded disease which at that time was a death sentence.
I will forever be indebted to him for showing me the ropes in the kitchen. He taught me how to handle knives, prep, serve food, and decorate the table. He even got me a job at the Plaza 500 where we worked together for many years. He is sorely missed.
