I think there are a lot of chefs in D.C. who have made D.C. what it is today. I am very respectful to them. I'm very admiring of what they've done.
I usually try to eat in my restaurants before I fly, as I'd rather sleep on the plane and just order a salad with cheese, maybe some ice cream.
I can't conceive of cooking in a sunny place like Florida because my motivation comes from the changing seasons. That's why I decided to live in New York.
If you're in a major city, there's a 25-year cycle. In Vegas, it's probably 10 or 15 years, except for those landmark places like Spago or Nobu. In Vegas, you have to reinvent yourself once in a while.
If you aren't born here, to be a real New Yorker, you have to bring your talent, be a successful mentor, and support the New Yorkers who made the city by giving back.
Say a child raises this beautiful beet. It's going to give her a sense of ownership, and that changes everything. You stop taking things for granted; you become less wasteful.
Waiting tables has never paid my bills, a fact which I prefer to hide from my colleagues with deep sighs about the price of just about everything.
In New York, we're always confined with spaces. Our restaurants are difficult to navigate as cooks and to operate. We fight against the buildings we run in New York.
I feel like I'm 18, with the maturity level of like a 14-year-old. I'm still the same goofball; I'm still in college, as far as I'm concerned.
It was probably when I met Jeff Hamilton, the drummer I've been working with for the last 20 years. He's the one who brought Ray Brown to hear me sing at a restaurant in my hometown.
My size is an asset to me. People write roles for me. If I was just another blond-haired, brown-eyed, 18-year-old actor, I'd be left unrecognized. People remember me.
It's grossly unfair to judge Walter Payton solely on the yards he gains. He is a complete football player, better than Jim Brown, better than O.J. Simpson.
Ordell Robbie: Shit, Jackie. You come in this place on Saturday night I bet you need nigger repellant to keep motherfuckers off your ass.
Louis: Hey, we gotta go! We're late! Come on, Mel! We gotta go! Let's go! Melanie: Hey, kiss my ass, fuck wad!
Louis: Hey, keep your fucking mouth shut, all right? I mean it not one fucking word! Melanie: Okay, Louis... [Louis pulls a gun and shoots Melanie twice]
Mark Dargus: Cut to 13 years later, you're 44 years of age. You're flying for the shittiest-little-shuttle-fucking piece of shit Mexican airline that there is.
Winston: Look man, there's only three reasons why you can't make your court date. One, you're in a hospital. Two, you're in jail. Three, your ass is dead.
Ordell Robbie: Goddamn girl, how you live like this? Sheronda: Like what? Ordell Robbie: [points at filthy room] Like this! This some repugnant shit!
Know what suits you. I would never wear brown, because it just doesn't work with my pale skin and dark hair. Also I wouldn't wear flats at night, because I love heels.
Basically, I go to the local farmer's market and decide to what to cook then, depending on what I find. Either my wife or I cook, and we usually finish a bottle or two of wine by the time we are done cooking and eating.
Children, if they haven't been introduced to foods by the time they're 3 years old, are afraid of it, as if it would hurt them. They don't really get out of that until they're 6 or 7 - it's a safety mechanism, and you're not going to win.
