We evaluate others with a Godlike justice, but we want them to evaluate us with a Godlike compassion.
America has been conditioned to think of pasta as the never-ending pasta bowl and Olive Garden.
The pressure, the heat, the almost impossibly fast pace at which you need work - this is the reality of working in the culinary industry. This is what professional chefs do night after night.
There are certain things that make restaurants work and a certain kind of DNA that people who excel in restaurants need. But it's a lot like life, in the sense that you get out of it what you put into it.
Working in a restaurant means being part of a family, albeit usually a slightly dysfunctional one. Nothing is accomplished independently.
The general manager is kind of like the step into darkness when you reach the top of the league. As GM, you're responsible for everything, including the maitre d's and the sommeliers - all these people who have their own agendas. But you probably make less than the maitre d' and have a lot more work and a lot more headaches.
At home, I make a large batch of tomato sauce and freeze it in meal-size portions in freezer bags.
I love playing outsiders, I always do.
Dad," said Will, his voice very faint. "Are you a good person?" "To you and your mother, yes, I try. But no man's a hero to himself. I've lived with me a lifetime, Will. I know everything worth knowing about myself-" "And, adding it all up. . . ?" "The sum? As they come and go, and I mostly sit very still and tight, yes, I'm all right.
Let's not let a few dumb things Mitt Romney said in private overshadow the many idiotic things he's said in public.
You know what ambrosia tastes like? It tastes like all the things you can't eat on Weight Watchers. Cheeseburgers, sugar cookies, regular freaking ice cream instead of, like, ice cream that's made out of air and human hope.