I Think In Times Of Bizarre Strangeness,

As They Say In Italy, Italians Were Eating With A Knife And Fork When The French Were Still Eating Each Other. The Medici Family Had To Bring Their Tuscan Cooks Up There So They Could Make Something Edible.

When You Cut That Eggplant Up And You Roast It In The Oven And You Make The Tomato Sauce And You Put It On Top, Your Soul Is In That Food, And There's Something About That That Can Never Be Made By A Company That Has Three Million Employees.

I Love Simple Food. I Like To Serve The Entire Animal, Not Only Because It Somehow Provokes A Customer To Think About It, But Also Because To Honor Of The Animal That Has Been Killed For Us To Eat, You Have To Eat The Whole Thing. It Would Be Silly To Just Eat The Chops And Throw Everything Else Away.

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.

It's Fascinating To Travel Around Italy And Realize Just How Many Different Ways They Make Spaghetti.