It took me years to eat a lot of shellfish. I was probably 20 years old before I had even seen a shrimp cocktail. I like oysters, but fried.

Green Eggs and Ham was the story of my life. I wouldn’t eat a thing when I was a kid, but Dr. Seuss inspired me to try cauliflower!

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’m a fry lover.

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

Regardless of what our national credit rating is, people will always want a roof over their heads, food on their tables, fuel for their cars, and clothes on their backs.

Part of the secret of a success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.

I’m certainly well taken care of in terms of food and clothes.

Tokyo would probably be the foreign city if I had to eat one city’s food for the rest of my life, every day. It would have to be Tokyo, and I think the majority of chefs you ask that question would answer the same way.

I hated the Naked Chef. Fine, yes, he did good things for school food or whatever, but, you know, I don’t want my chefs to be cute and adorable.

Think of our physical sustenance. It is truly heaven-sent. The necessities of air, food, and water all come to us as gifts from a loving Heavenly Father.

I like chicken a lot because chicken is generous – that is to say, it’s obedient. It will do whatever you tell it to do.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

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

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

Of course, animals have to be killed for food or to prevent their doing injury to others or to property. But such killing is too often carried out without regard to the pain inflicted.

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.

We have food all around us all the time, and if we haven’t eaten for three hours, we think we’re starving. You’re not starving – human beings can go for 30 days without food.

‚Kitchen Confidential‘ wasn’t a cautionary or an expose. I wrote it as an entertainment for New York tri-state area line cooks and restaurant lifers, basically; I had no expectation that it would move as far west as Philadelphia.

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.

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

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

You don’t come into cooking to get rich.

Never order food in excess of your body weight.

French fries kill more people than guns and sharks, yet nobody’s afraid of French fries.

Facts are to the mind what food is to the body.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

Hong Kong is a wonderful, mixed-up town where you’ve got great food and adventure. First and foremost, it’s a great place to experience China in a relatively accessible way.

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 myself prefer my New Zealand eggs for breakfast.

I won’t eat anything green.

There are GMO skeptics more in Europe maybe than in other places, but not exclusively.

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

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

I love trying out different cuisines. In Delhi, I love Megu at the Leela, and TK’s at the Hyatt. I also enjoy Khan Chacha’s rolls. In Mumbai, it’s Royal China and Shiro. And in Bangalore, I like the food at Bricklane.

Hunger is the best pickle.

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

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

But, you know, it’s still a drag to get your picture taken when you’re eating a sandwich. It’s a downer.

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

Acorns were good until bread was found.

We never repent of having eaten too little.

It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?

Oh yes, there’s lots of great food in America. But the fast food is about as destructive and evil as it gets. It celebrates a mentality of sloth, convenience, and a cheerful embrace of food we know is hurting us.

Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.

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

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

The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.

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

Going to Southeast Asia for the first time and tasting that spectrum of flavors – that certainly changed my whole palate, the kind of foods I crave. A lot of the dishes I used to love became boring to me.

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

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

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

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

People are generally proud of their food. A willingness to eat and drink with people without fear and prejudice… they open up to you in ways that somebody visiting who is driven by a story may not get.

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.

Understand, when you eat meat, that something did die. You have an obligation to value it – not just the sirloin but also all those wonderful tough little bits.

Sometimes, it’s just easier to say yes to that extra snack or dessert, because frankly, it is exhausting to keep saying no. It’s exhausting to plead with our kids to eat just one more bite of vegetables.

I was mischievous. I wasn’t bad. I stole food so we could eat. My mother didn’t know. I used to tell her some man gave me $10 to sweep out the yard. I was like Robin Hood. I took from the rich and gave to the poor. Me.

You’d have a hard time finding anything better than Barcelona for food, as far as being a hub. Given a choice between Barcelona and San Sebastian to die in, I’d probably want to die in San Sebastian.

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