There is a certain dignity to being French.

I like French fries; I like mashed. I love potatoes.

French was my first language.

My sisters started to cook at nine and, being one of the youngest, I wanted in on it, too, so I began at six on potato-peeling duty as french fries were my thing.

My father is Swedish and my mother is French.

French designers are classic, chic, and traditional.

I really like hamburgers and French fries, and I don't consider myself some kind of gourmand.

When I was 19, I began work at a French sourdough bakery in Balmain.

I couldn't get along with the French.

French was my first language.

I'm a sucker for French fries - I love that they're salty!

I do like potato chips, French fries and Barney's burgers in L.A. with seasoned curly fries.

Ketchup tastes good on steak. French fries. Steak and french fries - ketchup. Don't get me started.

My mother is French, my father is Texan.

The French are consistent.

Who buys French cars? Not me.

I'm French, I know how to cook.

Who buys French cars? Not me.

I speak French fluently, so that really helped.

I enjoyed learning French, and I enjoyed speaking French.