That's how people make sense of a meeting: they eat something. If they were in a sad moment it would be the same thing, they'd be eating something. It's what makes life fun. We don't need it to be delicious or great or all these things if we're just to survive. But it's one of those things that makes life fun, livable. And the more I submerge myself in it, the more fun I seem to have.

My last meal on Earth, I would love it to be a bowl of blueberries with cold cream.

If you see someone in the kitchen that has good hands and a quick brain, then you need that person to be in the front of everything.

The drive for working comes from everyday moments - the thrill of experiencing a young cook succeeding in what they thought was an impossible job, as well as guests being happy. I also love the unknown - discovering new things and trying to make sense of them.

Chefs have a new opportunity - and perhaps even an obligation - to inform the public about what is good to eat, and why.

People will travel anywhere for good food - it's crazy.

I've never had anything but the freedom to do what I wanted just as long as it made me happy.