I really love pizza after midnight.
There is absolutely no one, apart from yourself, who can prevent you, in the middle of the night, from sneaking down to tidy up the edges of that hunk of cheese at the back of the fridge.
A non-fussy home delivery of chicken biryani at 3 A.M., absolutely makes my day.
She knows no difference 'twixt head and privities who devours immense oysters at midnight.
I eat a lot of junk food, because that's what's usually available at 1:00am when I'm all done working.
Since I travel so much, it's always great to be home. There's nothing like getting to raid my own refrigerator at two in the morning.
You mightn't happen to have a piece of cheese about you, now? No? Well, many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese-toasted, mostly-and woke up again, and here I were.
What happens when it’s 2 a.m. and you’re alone in a hotel room with the devil’s minibar? Minibar – one; Marissa – zero.
