Sometimes, in the deepest moments, there are no words. There is only food.
Through that windshield I saw a city that didn’t know it was hungry and a reflection of a guy who was FREE.
For me, I never abandoned the truck. Even though I’ve opened other things, the truck is still the lifeblood of who I am. That’s because I enjoy it. I believe in it. It’s everything that I am.
I bet a chef could get more pussy than a guitar player right now.
This is the premiere food symposium in the world. To quote you guys: 'Intended to invoke a sense of courage and urgency...Enabling this year's symposium to become a venue where we can reflect on the stories and ideas that no one usually gets the opportunity to tell.' So I stand here with the guts to ask you, please, let's do something. Let's do something and feed those that we're not reaching collectively.
