I don't have much patience for people who are self-conscious about the act of eating, and it irritates me when someone denies themselves the pleasure of a bloody hunk of steak or a pungent French cheese because of some outdated nonsense about what's appropriate or attractive.

Always entertain the possibility that something, no matter how squiggly and scary looking, might just be good.

I think of [street food] as the antidote to fast food; it's the clear alternative to the king, the clown and the colonel.

We now have a generation of people who in many cases feel that if they become chefs, they'll get a TV show. They have a signature haircut, a year into the business, or a branding arrangement with a shoe company. I don't really relate to that. I guess this is the world we live in now.

You know, from age 17 on, my paycheck was coming from cooking and working in kitchens.

I'm not looking to freak people out - eating rodents or bugs. I don't do that anymore.

Assume the worst. About everybody. But don't let this poisoned outlook affect your job performance. Let it all roll off your back. Ignore it. Be amused by what you see and suspect. Just because someone you work with is a miserable, treacherous, self-serving, capricious and corrupt asshole shouldn't prevent you from enjoying their company, working with them or finding them entertaining.