There is no question that Rumanian-Jewish food is heavy. One meal is equal in heaviness, I would guess, to eight or nine years of steady mung-bean eating.

The food in such places is so tasteless because the members associate spices and garlic with just the sort of people they're trying to keep out.

Getting a tattoo would probably make me cry.

I've always thought that parallel parking was my main talent.

I never eat in a restaurant that's over a hundred feet off the ground and won't stand still.

There's always a source for humor.

I've written three books you could think of as memoirs.