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me when someone denies themselves the pleasure of a bloody hunk of steak or a pungent French cheese because of some outdated nonsense about what's appropriate or attractive.

I did go into the Amazonian region of Brazil. They have prehistoric river fish that weigh in at around 600 pounds, which you don’t see anywhere else. And foods that cannot be exported or even found in other parts of Brazil.

I lurched away from the table after a few hours feeling like Elvis in Vegas - fat, drugged, and completely out of it.

When do you stop to de-douche?

When dealing with complex transportation issues, the best thing to do is pull up with a cold beer and let somebody else figure it out.

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

I'm of a generation that romanticizes and maybe even over-romanticized things that were painful, that hurt others. I feel that. But I don't know if I have any regrets.