I am the last person who should be asked to only write a few sentences.

Nevertheless, while I don't put much faith in these sites, I have been prodded by my staff to give it a try. A promise is a promise.

I am perspicacious, expansive, and inpreturbable

I am the chef/owner of a seasonal restaurant at the Jersey shore. So basically, I work and pay bills all summer and then spend the fall and winter plotting the next season.

I am a really good traveler. Plonk me down anywhere you like on the globe and I will find something to do, eat or see in short order.

People seem to be amazed that I'm tall. Actually, I'm not that tall. 6'4" isn't even a point guard in the NBA, but it seems to be the first topic of every conversation I have in a bar.

A.) The list could go on forever. Modern or Classic? Fiction or Non? Poetry? Cookbooks? History? Crap. I don't even know where to start. Let's just say that I enjoy reading John Maclean's A River Runs Through It each and every time I pick it up, and I have been doing that for almost 20 years.

B.) This is another daunting list. I recently enjoyed a German film Mostly Martha, which is about cooking, among other things. You should check it out with Stanley Tucci's Big Night as the double feature.

C.) I am a music ominivore, from funk to alt-country to indy to jazz and even classical. When I was 4 my parents took me, in the same year, to see Johnny Cash and Miles Davis. That is not a lie.

D.) Foie gras. Accept no substitutes.

Family, books, foie gras, copper cookwear, books, sharp knives.

How to squeeze another deuce onto the porch without it actually collapsing.

I am engaged in that ballet cum fight club which is professional cooking.

I make up elaborate scenarios about my cat's life while I am not around. I see him owning a cat restaurant in the back yard where he sells fresh caught birds and mice to housecats and kibble or fancy feast to feral cats.

Despite this, I am not at all weird. Which is itself weird.

It strikes your fancy.