“Generally speaking, there’s a difference. Moose nose is just pure cartilage.”

I was never going to give my detractors the satisfaction of not feeling well, or allowing my health to falter while eating rich and indulgent food all over the world.

In the early ’90s I was floating somewhere between the Brat Pack/Andrew McCarthy/James Spader/Pretty In Pink kind of stuff and the alterna-pop look, crossed with a very distinct grunge sensibility.

I think in the U.K. people perhaps know me for some other stuff because of my involvement with soccer and support of Tottenham.

I love that team, I wear their symbol around my neck on a chain – I’ve always had a soft spot for this little club.

Shaq is Shaq. I did an episode of The Soup with Shaq, and he shook my hand, and I felt like I was a Ken doll, like I had no hand.

If it’s a question about stuff that matters to you personally, like favorite food, favorite piece of knowledge, favorite animal, it’s hard not to have an opinion and want to quantify things.

People also respected my culinary acumen and my intelligence, and that was their whole thing.

He heard the NPR show, contacted them, and essentially – shortest synopsis ever, like I’m the Cablevision guide button

Suddenly I was staying there and hiking there, and we took a mini iceberg out of the water and chipped it up and used it as ice cubes and made cocktails with it. It’s surreal.

I think that in terms of who is known the world over, I would wager that it’s probably someone like Mark Wahlberg or Dwyane Wade.

It was like, who’s life is this? It was splendid, and the nice thing was that they renewed my contract for another year.

What they’re saying is, “I know who you are. I watch your stuff.” What’s better than that? Gratitude is the attitude. That’s the thing. What am I being pissy about?

This is my ultimate hunger quest. This is Man v. Food.

I sponsored every team in the Park Slope Little League for years.

I’m Adam Richman. A food fanatic who’s held nearly every job in the restaurant biz.

I’m a big soccer fanatic, and although I support a team called Tottenham Hotspur in London –

It’s not just the end of a chicken leg, it really is – imagine the cartilage of game meat.