Few things are more beautiful to me than a bunch of thuggish, heavily tattooed line cooks moving around each other like ballerinas on a busy Saturday night. Seeing two guys who'd just as soon cut each other's throats in their off hours moving in unison with grace and ease can be as uplifting as any chemical stimulant or organized religion.

Good food does lead to sex. As it should. And in a perfect world, good music does too.

Thinking of getting into the leg-breaking business, so I can profitably sell crutches later.

One of the things is challenging yourself to do a Rome show when everybody's done a Rome show. To find some aspect of food culture or chef culture that people can look at in a new way.

Very few restaurant workers could even dream of eating in the restaurants they work in. Many do not make a living wage.

I'm evangelical on the subject of some chefs and writers.

You have to be a romantic to invest yourself, your money, and your time in cheese.