Anyone who doesn't have a great time in San Francisco is pretty much dead to me.

My French definitely improves the more I drink, as I worry less and less about absolutely perfect grammar. I do speak and understand the language, just not particularly well.

Food is so personal - I mean someone is talking to you when people are cooking for you. I like to hear an identifiable voice.

Drink heavily with locals whenever possible.

In that sense, what a great way to live, if you could always do things that interest you, and do them with people who interest you.

I learned a long time ago that trying to micromanage the perfect vacation is always a disaster. That leads to terrible times.

Look, getting bullied in school and coming home crying in the rain and my mom making me a can of Campbell's Tomato Soup with some oysterettes. It was comfort food; that is what food should be.