So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.

Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

I love a Hebrew National hot dog with an ice-cold Corona – no lime. If the phone rings, I won’t answer until I’m done.

I try to very hard to avoid a situation where I would be eating cat or dog; I’ve managed to gracefully avoid that. It’s hypocritical of me and an arbitrary line, but one that I have managed to avoid crossing.

I want my food dead. Not sick, not dying, dead.

I’m very type-A, and many things in my life are about control and domination, but eating should be a submissive experience, where you let down your guard and enjoy the ride.

You don’t come into cooking to get rich.

Nobody in Singapore drinks Singapore Slings. It’s one of the first things you find out there. What you do in Singapore is eat. It’s a really food-crazy culture, where all of this great food is available in a kind of hawker-stand environment.

Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.

Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.

In general, mankind, since the improvement of cookery, eats twice as much as nature requires.

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, ‚Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.‘

I love the masochistic aspect of eating seething, real Sichuan food in Sichuan Province.

In New York I pretty much live in diners – I order French Fries, Diet Coke floats and lots of coffee.

After a hard day of basic training, you could eat a rattlesnake.

Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.

A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.

Find what’s hot, find what’s just opened and then look for the worst review of the week. There is so much to learn from watching a restaurant getting absolutely panned and having a bad experience. Go and see it for yourself.

I myself prefer my New Zealand eggs for breakfast.

I feel that if Jacques Pepin shows you how to make an omelet, the matter is pretty much settled. That’s God talking.

I was born in London in England in 1934. I went through, as a child, the horrors of World War II, through a time when food was rationed and we learned to be very careful, and we never had more to eat than what we needed to eat. There was no waste. Everything was used.

I never drink coffee at lunch. I find it keeps me awake for the afternoon.

The first thing I do when I get up, I have breakfast.

For me, training is my meditation, my yoga, hiking, biking all rolled into one. Wake up early in the morning, generally around 4 o’clock, and I’ll do my cardio on an empty stomach. Stretch, have a big breakfast, and then I’ll go train.

I’ve never eaten a strawberry in my life. I have no desire to do that.

Big stuff and little: learning how to order breakfast in a country where I don’t speak the language and haven’t been before – that’s really satisfying to me. I like that.

Let’s face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me.

Coffee is a language in itself.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

I went to a restaurant that serves ‚breakfast at any time‘. So I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance.

We never repent of having eaten too little.

I’m evangelical on the subject of some chefs and writers.

My weaknesses have always been food and men – in that order.

Well, they’re Southern people, and if they know you are working at home they think nothing of walking right in for coffee. But they wouldn’t dream of interrupting you at golf.

Ice-cream is exquisite – what a pity it isn’t illegal.

I think about food literally all day every day. It’s a thing.

If I’m in Rome for only 48 hours, I would consider it a sin against God to not eat cacio e pepe, the most uniquely Roman of pastas, in some crummy little joint where Romans eat. I’d much rather do that than go to the Vatican. That’s Rome to me.

I love eating chocolate cake and ice cream after a show. I almost justify it in my mind as, ‚You were a good boy onstage and you did your show, so now you can have some cake and ice cream.‘

You can always tell an old soldier by the inside of his holsters and cartridge boxes. The young ones carry pistols and cartridges; the old ones, grub.

Wherever I go, as long as I get a hot vegetable dish, I am okay. If I am in Gujarat, I have Gujarati food. If it’s Shillong, it’s northeastern.

There is no sincerer love than the love of food.

If I’m in the ‚hood, I like Chef Creole’s Haitian rice and stewed chicken.

The Kobe craze really annoyed me. Most of the practitioners had no real understanding of the product and were abusing it and exploiting it in terrible and ridiculous ways. Kobe beef should not be used in a hamburger. It’s completely pointless.

A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.

Those places I don’t understand, just doing bad food. It takes some doing. Making good pasta is so much easier than making bad stuff. It actually takes quite an effort to make poor linguine pomodora.

I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.

Barbecue may not be the road to world peace, but it’s a start.

Context and memory play powerful roles in all the truly great meals in one’s life.

You don’t even really need a place. But you feel like you’re doing something. That is what coffee is. And that is one of the geniuses of the new coffee culture.

My absolute favorite meal in Nashville is sweet-potato pancakes at Pancake Pantry.

What nicer thing can you do for somebody than make them breakfast?

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

I always have breakfast, say, scrambled egg whites, a vegetable smoothie, or whole-grain cereal with low-fat milk. For lunch and dinner, I eat a lot of fish and vegetables. And throughout the day, I try to stay hydrated.

I eat steak primarily. That’s pretty much what my diet consists of. Sometimes I supplement that with other steaks.

I would say there are some foods that I strongly recommend that you do not eat. No. 1 on that list, I believe, is doughnuts. Comfort food. Zero value. Don’t eat them.

I won’t eat anything green.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

I can hardly eat meat because it has to look like something what it was not when it was alive.

Hunger is the best pickle.

Never order food in excess of your body weight.

Remember, man does not live on bread alone: sometimes he needs a little buttering up.