I could do nothing but Brooklyn shows for the rest of my career, and I could die ignorant.

I don't snack. I don't generally eat sweets or drink soda. I never eat between meals or even before big ones.

Even on the Serengeti, it ain't a barbecue if there ain't some kind of beer.

I've sat in sushi bars, really fine ones, and I know how hard this guy worked, how proud he is. I know you don't need sauce. I know he doesn't even want you to pour sauce. And I've seen customers come in and do that, and I've seen him, as stoic as he tries to remain, I've seen him die a little inside.

I like the fact that Melbourne always seems to support their chefs and promote them in ways I find really admirable.

Nobody in Singapore drinks Singapore Slings. It's one of the first things you find out there. What you do in Singapore is eat. It's a really food-crazy culture, where all of this great food is available in a kind of hawker-stand environment.

I'm sure one of the frustrations of being a Western enthusiast of Japanese food and culture is you're confronted every day with the absolute certainty that you will die ignorant.