America's most dangerous export was, is and always will be our fast-food outlets.

You dropped a 500-seat deuce on Times Square.

The older I get, and the more I travel in particular, the less I care about what exactly is in the dish than who's cooking it and why.

If you're training in a combat sport, deliciousness takes a backseat.

On the plane, I like to read fiction set in the location I'm going to. Fiction is in many ways more useful than a guidebook, because it gives you those little details, a sense of the way a place smells, an emotional sense of the place. So, I'll bring Graham Greene's The Quiet American if I'm going to Vietnam. It's good to feel romantic about a destination before you arrive.

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.

Anyone who's a chef, who loves food, ultimately knows that all that matters is: Is it good? Does it give pleasure?