Quotes About Taste

The most wretched people in the world are those who tell you they like every kind of music 'except country.

The flavor was nothing like beer. It was closer to cheap champagne mixed with Sprite, and—unlike beer—it was the opposite of an acquired taste. Every new Zima went down slightly worse than the previous Zima. There was, however, something perversely enticing about a drink that seemed to come from a post-apocalyptic wasteland in which color did not exist.

Taste is subjective, but some subjective opinions are casually expressed the same way we articulate principles of math or science

If everyone enjoyed something, how good could it possibly be?

No one has ever honestly said, "I hate that this joke exists, even though it's clearly hilarious." It

What kind of dining set defines me as a person?

When you ate her tuna casserole, you didn't talk or flip through a National Geographic. Your eyes and ears stayed inside your mouth. Your whole world kept inside your mouth, feeling and careful for the little balled-up tinfoils Irene Casey would hide in the tuna parts. A side effect of eating slow was, you naturally, genuinely tasted, and the food tasted better. Could be other ladies were better cooks, but you'd never notice.

Are you there, Satan? It's me, Madison. My taste for power continues to grow, as does my ability to accrue it.

why is it a terrible battle scene like picasso's guernica can be beautiful, while a painting of two unicorns kissing in a flower garden can look like crap. does anybody really know why they like anything?

Why is it a terrible battle scene like Picasso's Guernica can be beautiful, while a painting of two unicorns kissing in a flower garden can look like crap. Does anybody really know why they like anything?

As I readied these luxuriant ablutions, my dearest Katherine said, 'Webster, my darling, the pints of love essence you erupt at the peak of oral passion taste more intoxicating than even the richest European chocolate.' My beloved belched demurely into her fist, swallowed and said, 'All women should taste your delicious emissions.

Ah. I like my coffee like I like my men. Hot, black, and coming down my throat.

It was sweetened with beet sugar, which gave it an odd, earthy taste, because beets always tasted like dirt.

Soon the smoke will drift over the river, and with it, the shepherds' first exposure to that smell: a smell like sick pork cooked slow, a smell that some would describe as having a taste, too, one that lingered in the back of the nose, at the base of the tongue, a taste not unlike licking a very old library book.

they got shit taste in music. Just absolute fucking fuckshit. Shallow garbage played by musically incompetent racists who wouldn't know a good song if it came up and tickled their tiny mustaches with its sonic dick. Nazis are bad people with bad taste. Sorry to say they're still around. But some shitstains don't wash out, it seems.

In the kitchen, Chris pours her a glass of sun tea. Bitter. She hates the way they make tea up here. Tea should be sweet, gritty with sugar. Up here it's like the Yankees want their tea to taste like wash water.

To a degree, literary taste is a subjective matter. One can admire a work of fiction without particularly enjoying it; one can dislike a novel even while appreciating its value.

She was filled with…a delicious blend of loneliness and fear. That's right, I can still remember how she tasted…she was absolutely delicious.

As the 1902 coffee almanac put it, 'When coffee is bad it is the wickedest thing in town; when good, the most glorious.

an inevitable truth of life: Not every foodie memory is a good foodie memory).

When coffee is bad it is the wickedest thing in town; when good, the most glorious.

Delectable," Ulysses said. "Of all the drinks that I have drank on all the planets I have visited, the coffee is the best.

No offense, Sandecker said equably. I have a sinking feeling, if you'll pardon the pun, that my lack of faith is going to cost me a case of Robert Mondavi Chardonnay 1984. 1981, Silverstein said, grinning. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a schmuck with good taste. Think how common the world would be without us.

Coffee is coffee to me, I don't mind what country it comes from, who picks it or under what conditions, and I really don't give a damn who serves it or what they're getting paid as long as they get it right.