Quotes About Taste

You are about to have your first experience with a Greek lunch. I will kill you if you pretend to like it.

You can't escape the taste of the food you had as a child. In times of stress, what do you dream about? Your mother's clam chowder. It's security, comfort. It brings you home.

Me he tomado también tu taza de café. Ya casi no tengo azúcar pero me acordé que a ti te gusta amargo. Sabe muy feo, cómo ésta soledad. Cómo éste estar deseándote a todas horas.

You go through more bestsellers than a McCarthy bonfire.

You shouldn't say it is not good. You should say, you do not like it and then, you know, you're perfectly safe.

They eat the dainty food of famous chefs with the same pleasure with which they devour gross peasant dishes, mostly composed of garlic and tomatoes, or fisherman's octopus and shrimps, fried in heavily scented olive oil on a little deserted beach.

They eat the dainty food of gamous chefs with the same pleasure with which they devour gross peasant dishes, mostly composed of garlic and tomatoes, or fisherman's octopus and shrimps, fried in heavily scented olive oil on a little deserted beach.

Why don't you like the foods I like?" he asks sometimes. "Why don't you like the foods I make?" I answer.

The U.S. palate now understands spicy.

In an age when mass pleasures like television are becoming more feeble and homogeneous, the very act of discrimination becomes a form of protest. At a time when mass marketing of food produces a product so disgusting that it has to be wrapped in distracting gimmicks to be sold, the mere fact of paying attention to what you eat and drink and telling the truth about taste is a revolutionary act.

I don't know why you're enjoying this so much." "Because I am a connoisseur of fine irony. 'Tis a bit like fine wine, but has a better bite.

The very first thing you should do if you decide to poison someone's soup is to ascertain if they like pea soup

I mean no offense," he added, "but you have appalling taste in archnemeses.

I'm no connoisseur of wines, but I know what's bad.

the tongue, for instance, is privileged with information indifferent to words.

Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him. (PSALM 34:8)

I'll stick with gin. Champagne is just ginger ale that knows somebody.

I like my coffee strong, not lethal!

In America we eat, collectively, with a glum urge for food to fill us. We are ignorant of flavor. We are as a nation taste-blind.

A settant'anni persino un Oreiller de la Belle Aurore (ricetta suprema di Brillat -Savarin) può sapere di merda, Biscuter

Jersey cows," Eva explained after Jac complimented the luxurious taste. "The butter and cream here are better than anywhere in the world." "Not that we're prejudiced," Theo teased.

He didn't think it sanitary to shake hands, didn't smoke, and had no taste for liquor, not even Italy's fine wine. He was a poor listener who disliked hearing other people talk. He was loath to spend nights away from his own bed, and the time he allotted for meals—either alone or with his family—averaged about three minutes.

Mr. Geard was one of those men whose physical phlegm is so thick and deep that it requires a series of material shocks to rouse the full awareness in them of the taste and tang of life.

And would not her fastidious litheness take away the heavy taste of the fleshy girls in the Citrus Inn? McGee, the Perfidious.