To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living.

You have to be a romantic to invest yourself, your money, and your time in cheese.

For a moment, or a second, the pinched expressions of the cynical, world-weary, throat-cutting, miserable bastards we've all had to become disappears, when we're confronted with something as simple as a plate of food.

Melted cheese is a culinary veil...a foxhole where mediocrity can hide.

Good food is very often, even most often, simple food.

your body is not a temple, it's an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.