Some people wanted champagne and caviar when they should have had beer and hot dogs.

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

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 think being funny is not anyone’s first choice.

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.

I love Velveeta cheese.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

You know, I live a monastic lifestyle. No, I do. I do live in extremes, basically. I go back and forth. Once every six months, I’ll have a day where I eat more chocolate than has ever been consumed by a human being.

Meeting Franklin Roosevelt was like opening your first bottle of champagne; knowing him was like drinking it.

I don’t like headphones very much, and I rarely listen to music on headphones.

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.

Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

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.

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

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.

So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.

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

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.

No, I can’t do rap music!

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.

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

When I’m home, I spend Sunday with my husband. If we’re not cooking, we travel around in our camper, stop at fast-food restaurants, and picnic. We love that stuff that will harden your arteries in a hurry.

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.

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

There is no sincerer love than the love of food.

I, personally, think there is a really danger of taking food too seriously. Food should be part of the bigger picture.

I won’t eat anything green.

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

I hid myself in food.

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.

The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.

I hate the idea of genres.

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

I’ll bring my grits when I travel, because I get so hungry on the road.

I’m not a sandwich store that only sells turkey sandwiches. I sell a lot of different things.

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

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

The food here is terrible, and the portions are too small.

Men don’t really like skinny, do they?

Eating is so intimate. It’s very sensual. When you invite someone to sit at your table and you want to cook for them, you’re inviting a person into your life.

My weak spot is laziness. Oh, I have a lot of weak spots: cookies, croissants.

I don’t like perfumes that are too strong or sweet. I like a fragrance that is earthy and sensual and can be worn at any time.

Let a man walk ten miles steadily on a hot summer’s day along a dusty English road, and he will soon discover why beer was invented.

Taste is the only morality. Tell me what you like and I’ll tell you what you are.

Eating words has never given me indigestion.

The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne.

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.

My rule of life prescribed as an absolutely sacred rite smoking cigars and also the drinking of alcohol before, after and if need be during all meals and in the intervals between them.

Here’s something that’s contrary to popular belief: I actually don’t like thinking. I think people think I like to think a lot. And I don’t. I do not like to think at all.

Men ought either to be indulged or utterly destroyed, for if you merely offend them they take vengeance, but if you injure them greatly they are unable to retaliate, so that the injury done to a man ought to be such that vengeance cannot be feared.

My father opened a restaurant. It’s so amazing… it’s so freaking delicious, but I’m telling you I gain five pounds every time I go in there.

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

I don’t just listen to rap.

You just feel a little odd when you don’t get your kind of food. Fortunately, there are Indian restaurants all over the world.

I like some animals more than some people, some people more than some animals.

We never repent of having eaten too little.

Hunger is the best pickle.

Tell me what you like and I’ll tell you what you are.

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

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 am not a fan of books.