I Really Love Fried Chicken.

It Doesn't Matter How Precisely The Onion Is Cut As Long As The Person Chewing It Is Happy.

Flowers Die And Wine Gets Consumed. Both Are Lovely. I Appreciate Both. Wine And Roses. I Actually Had Someone Bring Me A Lobe Of Foie Gras Once.

There Are Two Schools Of Fried Chicken. One Is Brining In Salted Water And The Other Is Soaking In Either Buttermilk Or Milk. I Just Combine The Two.

Each City Has Its Own Culinary Landscape.

Whenever I'm In Sync With The Trends, It's Always An Accident. I Still Love Wearing Clothes I've Had For Ten Years. I Think Understated Luxury Is The Chicest Thing.