The passion of the Italian or the Italian-American population is endless for food and lore and everything about it.

If I hear something's not quite going right, then I'm there quicker than if I hear something's going wrong.

The kitchen really is the castle itself. This is where we spend our happiest moments and where we find the joy of being a family.

You have to live life to its full chorizo.

There's a pretty equitable distribution in the restaurant industry of how money gets paid, except for in the kitchen. The kitchen is the lowest-paid group of people.

I would challenge any American cook, regardless of what they've learned from their mom, to operate a restaurant and not have spent any real time in Italy.

I can teach a chimp how to make linguini and clams. I can't teach a chimp to dream about it and think about how great it is.