Quotes About Unappetizing

Three Meatloaf Haikus Oh yucky meatloaf sitting under the hot lights so gray and gristly. Nothing tastes worse than you, not cauliflower or even lima beans. And what is that weird thing sticking out--a whisker? hair? a rubber band?

But at the same time, the humanist in me was always a bit troubled by the rather bleak, rather unappetizing picture the theory painted of the human condition—forever striving to justify our actions after the fact.

I'll never understand those greasy little deep-fried wings most bars serve.

I hate pork rinds. I couldn't imagine how anybody would ever get the idea of taking skin from a pig and frying it and then trying to sell it to people. And then people actually buy it to eat it. That is the true sign of the decline of the human race.

The month before I had found a cockroach in a bowl of onion soup and, when I complained, the waiter dutifully removed it and returned with another bowl from the same pot. Sheepishly, I explained that I no longer had an appetite for onion soup. A few days later, when I told the hotel manager how disappointed I was to find that onion soup was no longer on the menu, he said, 'Oh, we ran out of cockroaches.

Dinner was a desultory mash of gray meat and root vegetables.

Now they looked like somebody had just sprayed their table with shit-mist. Nobody said a word. They ate quickly, and left without tipping. So

I ate a bug once. It was flying around me. I was trying to get it away. It went right in my mouth. It was so gross!

It was dog food. Beef livers with onions in a can. You open it up and it looks like vomit.

I can't stand eating sliders because they're often hard as a rock and they're dry.

Realize that the banality around us that passes as "hipness" or "mass culture" is as satisfying as "mass food"—only it comes in much more unappetizing portions.