Naturally, I'm misanthropic. But the Negronis are helping considerably.

Sometimes the greatest meals on vacations are the ones you find when Plan A falls through.

We learn as professionals by repetition, by getting it wrong, getting yelled at and doing it again.

[When I die], I will decidedly not be regretting missed opportunities for a good time. My regrets will be more along the lines of a sad list of people hurt, people let down, assets wasted and advantages squandered.

Skills can be taught. Character you either have or you don't have.

When you have a child you're no longer the star of the movie.

I think it's a universal truth that most chefs I know are happiest eating simple, unadorned good things.