I am a lover of the written word and an even greater lover of great cuisine.

In my day job, I help heal people. With this other job, I let food and drink heal me.

I come from a family of great cooks and even better eaters.

I will not apologize for loving foie gras. Offal meats are not awful. 

I am neutral in the "which coast is the best coast" debate, having lived on both.

I have a great metabolism, thanks to Asian genes. Don't be hatin'!

I love “Yellow Label” Veuve Clicquot champagne, especially when served in red Solo plastic cups.

If I’m in a pub, I can guarantee that I have a pint of Guinness in one hand, quite possibly both.

I love chewy bacon.

I can be bribed with a great bread pudding, an Oaky Cabernet, or a cuts-like-buttah piece of steak.

I cannot be bribed into eating pickles. Ever.

I have been known to do the fist pump when I bite into something delightful.

I want to own a “chain” of bed & breakfasts all over the U.S. and Canada.

I am happy just about all the time, but I am happiest when surrounded with friends and family at the table. Talk about fist-pumping then!