Guilty pleasures? What does that even mean? I don't associate food with guilt, only pleasure!
Describe your perfect meal. Company that makes me smile. Champagne that doesn't end. Great bread, crusty and hot. Pim's butter. Tiny courses, lots of them. Mostly vegetables. Some excellent cheese before the desserts. A meal that tells a story.
What food won't you eat? Subway. I can't think of a more repugnant stench than the one that wafts out of their doors.
Favorite food person? David Kinch of Manresa in Los Gatos, CA: orchestrator of meals like the one described in question 2, and object of my immense respect and admiration.
When did you first realize you were a serious eater? When I learned an entire language—Italian—just because I had a great plate of pasta and wanted to find another one.
What do your family and friends think of your food obsessions? Friends have come and gone because of them, but my family is stuck with me—suckers! Just kidding. I think people dig my insanity.
Favorite food sites or blogs? Mainly I follow the exploits of similarly sick-minded blogger buddies of mine like Chuck, Bruno, John, Laurent, Felix, Ali and Trine. I also enjoy an Italian site not unlike Serious Eats called Dissapore.
Everyone has a go-to person they call for restaurant recommendations. Who's yours? Bonjwing Lee. He's been everywhere. And he takes beautiful pictures of it all.
What is your favorite meal of the day and where do you get it? Let's call it lunch. Sure, it happens around 1 a.m., but that's usually my second meal of the day and I'm ravenous for it after a night at work. I go all over the place but a few regular spots in my rotation are the halal cart on 53rd & 6th, Casellula, Ramen Sanshiro, and The Spotted Pig (see headshot above). For me and my motley crew of colleagues, the places that say they are open "late" are just deceitful flirts. They don't really mean it.
Do you ever cook? What's the best dish you make? I find great joy in cooking for others but generally don't cook for myself. The best dish I make is probably one of the simplest: spaghetti alla carbonara. Just don't ask me how many yolks I use.