I do have a heart, you see. I’ve got plenty of heart. I’m a fucking sentimental guy – once you get to know me. Show me a hurt puppy, or a long-distance telephone service commercial, or a film retrospe...
Food had power. It could inspire, astonish, shock, excite, delight and impress. It had the power to please me . . .
Don't lie about it. You made a mistake. Admit it and move on. Just don't do it again. Ever
Jiro Ono serves Edo-style traditional sushi, the same 20 or 30 pieces he's been making his whole life, and he's still unsatisfied with the quality and every day wakes up and trains to make the best. A...
Oh yes, there's lots of great food in America. But the fast food is about as destructive and evil as it gets. It celebrates a mentality of sloth, convenience, and a cheerful embrace of food we know is...
You have an impeccable argument if you said that Singapore, Hong Kong, and Tokyo are food capitals. They have a maximum amount of great stuff to eat in the smallest areas.
Whachoo want, white boy? Burn cream? A Band-Aid?Then he raised his own enormous palms to me, brought them up real close so I could see them properly; the hideous constellation of water-filled blisters...
This, I knew, was the magic I had until now been only dimly and spitefully aware of.
The menu selections for my brother and me expanded somewhat, to include steak-frites and steak hache (hamburger).
So I didn't have time to craft artful lies and evasions even if I'd wanted to.
Perhaps omelet skills should be learned at the same time you learn to fuck.
People confuse me. Food doesn't.
No one understands and appreciates the American Dream of hard work leading to material rewards better than a non-American.
I'm asked a lot what the best thing about cooking for a living is. And it's this: to be a part of a subculture. To be part of a historical continuum, a secret society with its own language and customs...
I often use the hypothetical out-of-control ice-cream truck. What would happen if you were walking across the street and were suddenly hit by a careening Mister Softee truck? As you lie there, in your...
The fact that over 50 per cent of the residents of Toronto are not from Canada, that is always a good thing, creatively, and for food especially. That is easily a city's biggest strength, and it is To...
You'd never never never again work for that manipulative, Machiavellian psychopath. And he'd get you back on the team, often with a gesture as simple and inexpensive as a baseball cap or a T-shirt. Th...
With skull-and-crossbones painted in chicken blood.
Writing is a treason of sorts.
With my little short-shorts a permanent affront, I was quickly becoming a sullen, moody, difficult little bastard.