Danny Meyer Quotes

I'm a homebody, but I make people come to me, like, 'Everyone just come over, and we can have fun at my house.' I love to entertain.

There is something urbane, stylish, and worldly about owning a cocktail shaker.

I am a wonderful cook and I like hanging out with people.

I've always felt happiest entertaining.

Truth is, I love to play bartender and assist my husband at the BBQ.

If people are asking me for clubbing tips, then they're in real trouble. My clubbing tip is never go to a club, because they're horrible and I hate them. I'm more of a dinner party guy.

My friends love coming over because they get fed.

I always like to think I'm having a dinner party, and I'm the host, and the audience are my guests.

I like to think of myself as the host at a party, and, if everybody is having a good time, so much the better.

The thing about homebodies is that they can usually be found at home. I usually am, and I like to feed people.

I love to cook and entertain.

Somehow or other, I always end up in a kitchen feeding a crowd.

One might well say that mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.

People are either born hosts or born guests.

I love entertaining.

It's not a party unless I'm cooking. Some people find entertaining stressful, but it is therapeutic for me; I find it relaxing.

You've got to listen to your guests.

I could stay here and pour tea and entertain the guests all day and I would be criticized.

If I'm having a party, the easiest and the biggest thing for me to make is a big pot of meatballs.

Entertaining those who come to see me is my objective.

I love entertaining people! It's who I am.

When you're entertaining, and I still haven't accomplished this because I'm always stuck in the kitchen, but spend enough time actually with your guests. It allows you to chill with your friends and be an actual, normal human as opposed to being in the kitchen cooking all the time.

Eating's pretty major; we have feasts at our house.

Two daiquiris withdrew into a corner of a gorgeous room and one told the other a lie.

That which chiefly causes the failure of a dinner-party, is the running short--not of meat, nor yet of drink, but of conversation.