Where once they used to say, 'Cocaine is God's way of saying you have too much money' - now, maybe EDM is. Come ye lords and princelings of douchedom.

As you move through this life...you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life - and travel - leaves marks on you.

Having been a chef for some many years, I understand what it's like to work really, really hard to get good at something, only to have someone piss all over it.

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

I'm excited by any food that's prepared by someone who's proud of what they're doing, who puts a personal imprint on 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."

There is no other place on earth even remotely like New Orleans. Don't even try to compare it to anywhere else.