In my house, neither my wife nor my daughter are impressed that I'm on television, and they remind me of that frequently.

Cream rises. Excellence does have its rewards.

If you've ever hauled a 28-pound two-year-old around New York, you'll find that men fold at the knees a lot quicker than women.

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 go anywhere I want, do whatever I want when I get there, they let me make self-indulgent TV about that experience, and give me about as much creative freedom as anyone's ever had in the history of television.

You dropped a 500-seat deuce on Times Square.

There is no Final Resting Place of the Mind.