I'm really happy to see the explosion of interest in Korean food, and this hybrid Korean-American food.

I travel 250 days a year. There are chef friends who I only see every couple of years. By conventional standards I'm a bad friend. I'm not there to remember your birthday or to offer you words of support through Twitter. I'm not up on what you're doing in New York because I'm not in New York. I'm not what people call in parenting circles "present."

In America, there might be better gastronomic destinations than New Orleans, but there is no place more uniquely wonderful.

I lurched away from the table after a few hours feeling like Elvis in Vegas - fat, drugged, and completely out of it.

You have an impeccable argument if you said that Singapore, Hong Kong, and Tokyo are food capitals. They have a maximum amount of great stuff to eat in the smallest areas.

In this way, writers are indeed, as Henry Miller suggested, traitors to the human race. We may turn a light on inequity, injustice, and oppression from time to time, but we regularly kill what we love in insidious fashion.

I like the fact that Melbourne always seems to support their chefs and promote them in ways I find really admirable.