Burgundy Makes You Think Of Silly Things;

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.

The First Thing We Become Convinced Of Is That Man Is Organized So As To Be Far More Sensible Of Pain Than Of Pleasure.

At The Table Of A Gentleman Living In The Chausee D'antin Was Served Up An Arles Sausage Of Enormous Size. "will You Accept A Slice?" The Host Asked A Lady Who Was Sitting Next To Him; "you See It Has Come From The Right Factory."it Is Really Very Large," Said The Lady, Casting On It A Roguish Glance; "what A Pity It Is Unlike Anything."

I Appreciate The Potato Only As A Protection Against Famine, Except For That, I Know Of Nothing More Eminently Tasteless.

Meals, In The Sense In Which We Understand This Word, Began With The Second Age Of The Human Species.