Given the clientele, the restaurants on Capri might resemble those fancy Northern Italian places on the East Side of Manhattan where the captain has taken bilingual sneering lessons from the maitre d' at the French joint down the street and the waiter, whose father was born in Palermo, would deny under torture that tomato sauce has ever touched his lips.
Food is a passion because I basically grew up in a kitchen.
In America, I would say New York and New Orleans are the two most interesting food towns. In New Orleans, they don't have a bad deli. There's no mediocrity accepted.
Once you know what's in your food you can't unlearn it.
Lyon is full of temperamental gourmets, eternally engaged in a never-ending search for that imaginary, perfect, unknown little back-street bistro, where one can dine in the style of Louis XIV for the price of a pack of peanuts.
[On peanut M&Ms:] It is the eggness of them. A shell, chocolate placenta, proteiny peanut baby. Life shape, birth shape, cell shape, protoplasmic-ooze shape. A shape that calls straight through civilization to our reptilian brains.
I can't believe food costs money.
I think it's too soon to say that, and I think, basically - most of the people that I ran across and most of the studies that I saw suggest people don't go to McDonald's to eat healthy food. They go to eat fries and cheeseburgers.
I think if I were a woman I'd wear coffee as a perfume.
Once, during Prohibition, I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.
No, I love Montreal. . . I think I love Montreal more than Montreal loves me. . . I love the food there.
You can travel fifty thousand miles in America without once tasting a piece of good bread.
And Honey, I miss you and I'm being good. And I'd love to be with you if only I could.
I hate to say it, but the older you get, you really do have to cut down on the amount you eat. Less food and less portions.
What India needs most is a unified food law.
When we go. . . to bear witness to life on the streets, we're offering ourselves. Not blankets, not food, not clothes, just ourselves.
The dinner table is the center for the teaching and practicing not just of table manners but of conversation, consideration, tolerance, family feeling, and just about all the other accomplishments of polite society except the minuet.
Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!
I eat a lot of junk food, because that's what's usually available at 1:00am when I'm all done working.
It is a hard matter, my fellow citizens, to argue with the belly, since it has no ears.
