The Limits Of Pleasure Are

In The Centre Of A Spacious Table Rose A Pastry As Large As A Church, Flanked On The North By A Quarter Of Cold Veal, On The South By An Enormous Ham, On The East By A Monumental Pile Of Butter, And On The West By An Enormous Dish Of Artichokes, With A Hot Sauce.

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."

Gluttony Is Mankind's Exclusive Prerogative.

Meals, In The Sense In Which We Understand This Word, Began With The Second Age Of The Human Species.

At The Time I Write, The Glory Of The Truffle Has Now Reached Its Culmination. Who Would Dare To Say That He Has Been At A Dinner Where There Was Not A Pièce Truffée? Who Has Not Felt His Mouth Water In Hearing Truffles A La Provencale Spoken Of? In Fine, The Truffle Is The Very Diamond Of Gastronomy.