[Everything about the restaurant is revolved around family and the tradition of having a great meal together. ISABELLA: Vegetarian meatball on the white bean ragu. I never thought you could do a vegetarian meatball. Right. It's so good.]
[Asking questions were the most important thing.]
[How many tamales do you think you make in a week? 400. Do you actually have to make the production yet, the queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow? The Astros are playing and stuff like that, we get ready. Now we do the filling to go in the tamales.]
[Press that down. Start folding in your dough. Pushing a proffered glass of wine away—I don’t drink. About 45 minutes in the oven, 375.]
[One may know how to conquer without being able to do it.]
[I have no close friends, that is, no friends.]
[The food is outstanding. Here you go -- homemade tamales. Jerking threw him into a fit of joy. GALVAN: Chili relleno. Today, I had the chili rellenos, and it was absolutely phenomenal.]
[Jeff and Isabella have extreme passion not only for their food, but for the people that they serve.]
[Tonight I'll shave the mountain. I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs. I pull the road off of the rise. Tear the memories from my eyes. And in the morning I'll be gone.]
[Tonight I'll shave the mountain. I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs. I pull the road off of the rise. Tear the memories from my eyes. And in the morning I'll be gone.]
[And nobody has the will to tear it down. It determines wrong and right. But to me, it's just a stereotype. And it makes us lose our sight.]
[...cooking like culinary superheroes.]
[Drag me to hell. In the valley of The Dalles. Like my mother. Give wings to a stone.]
[Drag me to hell. In the valley of The Dalles. Like my mother. Give wings to a stone.]