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

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

At the end of a dinner at my house, my kitchen sink is filled with dishes and there's nothing pretty about the garbage.

I often look ridiculous in Japan. There's really no way to eat in Japan, particularly kaiseki in a traditional ryokan, without offending the Japanese horribly. Every gesture, every movement is just so atrociously wrong, and the more I try, the more hilarious it is.

Cream rises. Excellence does have its rewards.

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

I am a delightfully evangelical guy about things I love. I am that annoying guy who sits everyone down and forces them to read some book I like. I'm looking across the full spectrum of genres.