People are extraordinarily dirty-ass eaters at a buffet. They steal food and think that they don't have to tip—even after I clean up the shells and bones they just throw on their tables.
This recipe produces brownies that are slightly crispy on top, masterfully moist inside (yeah, we said it), and the simple process is doable even for the baking-phobic.
This convenience store is like nothing you’ve ever seen before. With one of the better selections of wine in the city of Miami, this place is clearly not fucking around.
That's really great that you've toured the gustatory delights of Rome, but this is my restaurant and I'm going to serve food my way. And yelling at me isn't helping anything, either.
Mario Christerna's story is an important one that tells the tale of people who found their way out of the barrios and into food. He's a hell of a cook, too.
Pie is great. Swiss chard is great. The thoughtful combination of the two? Really, really great.
My decision to open up my restaurant in the middle of Skid Row was one of the riskiest things that I have ever done in my life.
Once you’ve reached a certain point in life, any X amount of dollars past that won’t make you happier. I meet plenty of miserable rich bastards who are angry about all these things. They should be happy and live wonderful lives. But they’re just people.