Good bread and good butter go together. They are one of the perfect marriages in gastronomy, and they never fail to cheer me.
For less than the cost of a Big Mac, fries and a Coke, you can buy a loaf of fresh bread and some good cheese or roast beef, which you will enjoy much more.
'Vacation' means titillating my taste buds.
I love eating. I mean, I really, really love eating.
I went to bed last night dreaming of tuna melts. I love food.
Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.
There's nothing you can really do to prepare to rock. Do you prepare to eat a delicious meal? Are you hungry? Then you're gonna eat it.
By the end of the day, I just want someone to feed me.
My restaurants are about community and about sharing and about warmth.
I just love Chinese food. My favourite dish is number 27.
It's still my happiest time when I'm eating.
Feeding is a very important ritual for me. I don't trust people who don't like to eat.
You really can't go wrong. There's no bad New York pizza, as far as I know.
For many years now, my source for salvific chicken soup has been the Sanamluang Cafe on the corner of Hollywood Boulevard and Kingsley Drive: crystalline broth, flecks of fried garlic, and a moist, steamed bird nesting on thick rice noodles and bean sprouts has stanched many a misery.
Edible, adj.: Good to eat, and wholesome to digest, as a worm to a toad, a toad to a snake, a snake to a pig, a pig to a man, and a man to a worm.
Food for me has to pop, and at Spice Market, the food really pops.
And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.
I was a ravenous child. I'm a ravenous adult. I love to eat.
Love food and I love to eat.
I enjoy the burger joint the same way I enjoy fancy meals.
All food is comfort food. Maybe I just like to chew.
I'm completely obsessed with Sunday roast dinners. I think that it's the best thing to ever happen to life!
I love the smell of fried chicken.
Once a week, I used to treat myself to three parottas with the pocket money I saved. It tasted so good, and I loved eating it soaked in salna.
The chili-rubbed rib-eye at Porter House New York is one of the best steaks that I've eaten anywhere in the world.
