I Really Want To Be A Rock

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 Like Cast Iron Coated With Enamel For Longevity And Forgiveness If I Happen To Take My Eyes Off The Prize While Pouring Chianti.

Any Simple But Delicious Dish That Celebrates The Season And Locality Is What I Want To Be Known For.

We Need To Figure Out A 'harvest System' To Collect The Produce That Stores Don't Put Out For Customers To Buy Because It's Not Perfect Looking. Frankly, The Stuff Left To Rot In The Storeroom Is More Beautiful To Me Than The Perfect Carrot. I'm A Gnarly Carrot Kind Of Guy.

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.