Everyone Makes Pesto In A Food Processor.

You Sit Down At Katz's And You Eat The Big Bowl Of Pickles And You're Eating The Pastrami Sandwich, And Halfway Through You Say To Yourself, I Should Really Wrap This Up And Save It For Tomorrow. But The Sandwich Is Calling You: Remember The Taste You Just Had. So Fatty. It's What You Want. It's What You Are! I've Never Gotten Home From Katz's With A Doggie Bag In My Hand. A Pastrami Sandwich At Katz's Is What's Bad And Good About Food. It's The Sacred And The Profane.

My Kids And I Make Pasta Three Days A Week Now. It's Not Even So Much About The Eating Of It; They Just Like The Process. Benno Is The Stuffer, And Leo Is The Catcher. They've Got Their Jobs Down.

I Don't Think Fine Dining Is Dying, But I Think Those Rare Occasions When You Really Want The Fanciness Are Diminishing... I Think A Lot Of People Are Going To Find Simpler, More Casual Ways To Enjoy An Experience.

I Can Tell In Two Minutes If I Should Hire Someone In The Kitchen. Two Minutes. It's His Desire. It's That Open-eyed, Attentive Expression. If He Doesn't Have It ... I Mean, I Can Teach A Chimp How To Cook Dinner. But I Cannot Teach A Chimp How To Love It.

When You Use Tabasco In The Marinade, It Kind Of Infuses Everything.