I'm not keen on the English way of eating outside, on the street. I want food that is clean, not impregnated with toxic fumes.
There are few things so pleasant as a picnic eaten in perfect comfort.
When I'm on the road, I eat like I'm on the third day of a hiking trip all the time. I'm eating beef jerky and trail mix constantly.
When I used to do the Edinburgh Festival, there was a bunch of guys selling fresh oysters and I'd eat ten daily - marvellous.
It's impractical to assume people aren't going to eat out or eat late or even have pizza occasionally. And all that's fine as long as you work out, even just for 10 minutes a day.
I'm among the many Chicagoans who love to take advantage of the opportunity to dine outdoors in the summer months.
I eat out at least once every day.
My first outdoor cooking memories are full of erratic British summers, Dad swearing at a barbecue that he couldn't put together, and eventually eating charred sausages, feeling brilliant.
At barbecues, people just like to eat a lot of meat; it's extraordinary. They eat far more than they normally would at a dinner party.
Men don't like eating out of cans. And I don't like eating out of cans too much, either.
The weather here is gorgeous. It's mild and feels like it's in the eighties. The hot dog vendors got confused because of the weather and thought it was spring, so they accidentally changed the hot dog water in their carts.
The best way to eat crabs, as everyone knows, is off newspaper at a large table with a large number of people.
I love to lounge, and I particularly love to eat outdoors. It's a throwback to my childhood in Hawaii. I have memories of coming out of the sea and eating corn chips with a strawberry vanilla slush.
Sandwich outdoors isn’t a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite.
I rarely eat outside.
