In fairness, you know, I'm a big believer in if your kid makes noise in the restaurant you should remove the child immediately.

I'm a decent cook; I'm a decent chef. None of my friends would ever have hired me at any point in my career. Period.

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

We know, for instance, that there is a direct, inverse relationship between frequency of family meals and social problems. Bluntly stated, members of families who eat together regularly are statistically less likely to stick up liquor stores, blow up meth labs, give birth to crack babies, commit suicide, or make donkey porn. If Little Timmy had just had more meatloaf, he might not have grown up to fill chest freezers with Cub Scout parts.

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

The biggest empty space, the biggest gap in what should be a premier and always vibrant food scene in America is that we don't have hawker centers like they do in Singapore, basically food courts where mom and pop specialists can set up shop in fairly hygienic little stalls all up to health code making one dish they've been doing forever and ever.

If you go to working class, and working poor areas of America, the food sources that are relegated to them are generally limited to unhealthy ones.