An Intelligently Planned Feast Is Like A

The Dyspeptic And The Drunkard Do Not Know How To Eat Or Drink.

Some Dishes Are Of Such Indisputable Excellence That Their Appearance Alone Is Capable Of Arousing A Level-headed Man's Degustatory Powers. All Those Who, When Presented With Such A Dish, Show Neither The Rush Of Desire, Nor The Radiance Of Ecstasy, May Justly Be Deemed Unworthy Of The Honors Of The Sitting, And Its Related Delights.

The Discovery Of A New Dish Confers More Happiness On Humanity, Than The Discovery Of A New Star.

Food Is All Those Substances Which, Submitted To The Action Of The Stomach, Can Be Assimilated Or Changed Into Life By Digestion, And Can Thus Repair The Losses Which The Human Body Suffers Through The Act Of Living.

Seating Themselves On The Greensward, They Eat While The Corks Fly And There Is Talk, Laughter And Merriment, And Perfect Freedom, For The Universe Is Their Drawing Room And The Sun Their Lamp. Besides, They Have Appetite, Nature's Special Gift, Which Lends To Such A Meal A Vivacity Unknown Indoors, However Beautiful The Surroundings.