“You know, oddly enough, I was never really into cannibalism,” Gilberto Valle tells me at an all-night diner in Elmhurst, Queens. For the last three years, the baby-faced former New York City police officer has appeared on tabloid covers as the “Cannibal Cop”—a deranged, scary, or perhaps just ridiculous criminal who supposedly masterminded plots to kidnap, cook, and eat several different women, including the one who was then his wife. Now he says that he has no taste for human flesh. It’s not his thing.