I like to cook Puerto Rican food. That's what I grew up on: rice, beans, meat, some Italian-American food. I know my way around the kitchen.

My mother likes what I cook, but doesn't think it's French. My wife is Puerto Rican and Cuban, so I eat rice and beans. We have a place in Mexico, but people think I'm the quintessential French chef.

I don't call myself Latin, I call myself Puerto Rican.

I grew up in Louisiana. We have red beans and rice, and there's a Popeye's on every corner.

Can you piss off a Puerto Rican and live to tell about it?

I'm not messing with skiing. You can't get this Puerto Rican on the slope. Uh-uh.