I wanted it to look like real cooking in someone's real home or just so out-of-there bizarre that it would be fun.

No one understands and appreciates the American Dream of hard work leading to material rewards better than a non-American.

Never try to get your kid to eat anything she doesn't already want to eat. Just eat interesting stuff in front of her while completely ignoring her. Never, ever suggest "try it." Never say those dreaded words "try it, it's good." Or worse, "It's good for you." That'll poison the well.

Having been a chef for some many years, I understand what it's like to work really, really hard to get good at something, only to have someone piss all over it.

I think of [street food] as the antidote to fast food; it's the clear alternative to the king, the clown and the colonel.

I'm at my most productive before I even have my first cup of coffee. I only get slower and stupider as the day progresses.

For a moment, or a second, the pinched expressions of the cynical, world-weary, throat-cutting, miserable bastards we've all had to become disappears, when we're confronted with something as simple as a plate of food.