Smell And Taste Are In Fact But

The Pleasures Of The Table Belong To All Times And Ages, To Every Country And Every Day; They Go Hand In Hand With All Our Other Pleasures, Outlast Them, And Remain To Console Us For Their Loss.

In The Centre Of A Spacious Table Rose A Pastry As Large As A Church, Flanked On The North By A Quarter Of Cold Veal, On The South By An Enormous Ham, On The East By A Monumental Pile Of Butter, And On The West By An Enormous Dish Of Artichokes, With A Hot Sauce.

Those Persons Who Suffer From Indigestion, Or Who Become Drunk, Are Utterly Ignorant Of The True Principles Of Eating And Drinking.

Gourmandism Is An Act Of Judgment, By Which We Prefer Things Which Have A Pleasant Taste To Those Which Lack This Quality.

Tell Me What You Eat, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.