There's something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar - even in this fake-ass Irish pub.

Don't lie about it. You made a mistake. Admit it and move on. Just don't do it again. Ever

When do you stop to de-douche?

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

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

I’m a big believer in winging it. I’m a big believer that you’re never going to find perfect city travel experience or the perfect meal without a constant willingness to experience a bad one. Letting the happy accident happen is what a lot of vacation itineraries miss, I think, and I’m always trying to push people to allow those things to happen rather than stick to some rigid itinerary.

I think we should be honest about who is working in our kitchens.