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

Meals make the society, hold the fabric together in lots of ways that were charming and interesting and intoxicating to me. The perfect meal, or the best meals, occur in a context that frequently has very little to do with the food itself.

Sometimes the greatest meals on vacations are the ones you find when Plan A falls through.

I don't snack. I don't generally eat sweets or drink soda. I never eat between meals or even before big ones.

Reality is not a function of the event as event, but of the relationship of that event to past, and future, events.

You have an impeccable argument if you said that Singapore, Hong Kong, and Tokyo are food capitals. They have a maximum amount of great stuff to eat in the smallest areas.