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

The Hamptons are usually filled with what I had hoped to leave behind in New York City.

To eat the boiled head of a pig sliced like salami is very strange. It may seem cutting edge, but it's actually a lot older than any of the other traditional salami.

The Italians were eating with forks when the French were still eating each other.

The American Dream is ownership … a house, a car, a vacation home and, even better, your own business

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.

My favorite thing is always a nice, inexpensive draft beer, but if someone wants something a little more complicated than that, then I'd like a Michelada, which is where I take beer and a little bit of either a spicy or not-so-spicy Bloody Mary, mix it like six to one [ratio], so it's kind of a red beer.