Quotes About Taste

To say that I was blown away by Mort Sahl—it would be like when I first tasted spare ribs.

In those days, Chicago had a joint called the Black Angus that had ribs the taste of which gave life meaning you couldn't get from religion, psychoanalysis, or great art.

Tortellini was one of the only things you could eat there and that tasted passable if one's demands for flavor were kept at a minimum. I often told Elaine that her food would have been turned down by the lost party on the Donner Pass.

A realidade é chata, mas ainda é o único lugar onde se pode comer um bom bife

La Caravelle, La Grenouille, Orsini's. What dining experiences with this family. And who knew from palate cleansers? At Lutèce, Lulu insisted he taste escargot.

Mrs. Vreeland always said, style, not fashion.

On his youth, Yoshiro had prided himself of always having an answer ready when someone asked who his favorite composer or designer was, or what kind of wine he preferred. Confident in his good taste, he had poured time and money into surrounding himself with things that would show it off. Now he no longer felt any need to use taste as the bricks and mortar fora structure called «individuality».

Adults arrogantly talked about whether food tasted good or not, as if a gourmet sensibility put you in a superior class of people

Instead of coconut yam kootu, why not boiled beef tongue with a mustard sauce?" "That sounds non-veg.

Do you know people who insist they like 'all kinds of music'? That actually means they like no kinds of music.

You look like a boy who has eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge and doesn't like the taste.

Can you imagine it, Alister? Can you imagine what it was like for a shade like me to experience the world again through all of your senses- vision and touch, and smell and taste and hearing?" "I wouldn't have gone to the library, I'll tell you that," Han said. Crow laughed. "I like you, Alister. All of this would have been easier if you were unlikable. And stupid. You would have been considerably more tractable.

Whoever put steak and kidneys together in a pie made a serious error in judgment. — Nick Snowbeard

To eat communion bread will be to taste the world's indifference, and to immerse myself in nothingness.

things are very delicate. People tread upon them with too many human feet, with too many sentiments. Only the delicacy of innocence or only the delicacy of the initiate senses its almost nonexistent taste. Before, I needed seasoning for everything, and in that way I skipped over the thing and tasted the taste of the seasoning.

I was becoming aware of myself as one becomes aware of a taste: all of me tasted of steel and verdigris, I was all acid like metal on the tongue, like a crushed green plant, my whole taste rose to my mouth.

I design for myself and the first question I ask is, 'Would I wear it?'

Judge not,' it has been said, but being a juryman can be a pleasant occupation when one is not weighing up human actions and years in prison, but the books or the wines of the season.

A cheese may disappoint. It may be dull, it may be naive, it may be oversophisticated. Yet it remains cheese, milk's leap toward immortality.

A man who is careful with his palate is not likely to be careless with his paragraphs.

To take wine into our mouths is to savor a droplet of the river of human history

Wine is] poetry in a bottle.

A cheese may disappoint. It may be dull, it may be naive, it may be oversophisticated. Yet it remains cheese, milk's leap toward immortality.

The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennyson, good poets at their best, wrote at their worst.