At the table of a gentleman living in the Chausee d'Antin was served up an Arles sausage of enormous size. "Will you accept a slice?" the host asked a lady who was sitting next to him; "you see it has come from the right factory."It is really very large," said the lady, casting on it a roguish glance; "What a pity it is unlike anything."
Jean Anthelme Brillat-SavarinGourmandise is an impassioned, rational, and habitual preference for all objects which flatter the sense of taste.
Jean Anthelme Brillat-SavarinFor unknown foods, the nose acts always as a sentinal and cries. 'Who goes there?'
Jean Anthelme Brillat-SavarinThe Spanish ladies of the New World are madly addicted to chocolate, to such a point that, not content to drink it several times each day, they even have it served to them in church.
Jean Anthelme Brillat-SavarinI am essentially an amateur medecin, and this to me is almost a mania.
Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin