The Senses Are The Organs By Which

I Am Essentially An Amateur Medecin, And This To Me Is Almost A Mania.

A Meal Without Wine Is Like A Day Without Sun

The Pleasure Of The Table Belongs To All Ages, To All Conditions, To All Countries, And To All Areas; It Mingles With All Other Pleasures, And Remains At Last To Console Us For Their Departure.

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.

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.