Eat, drink and love; the rest's not worth a fillip.

We were taken to a fast-food cafe where the order was fed into a computer. Our hamburgers, made from the flesh of chemically impregnated cattle, had been broiled over counterfeit charcoal, placed between slices of artificially flavored cardboard and served to us by recycled juvenile delinquents.

A gourmet who thinks of calories is like a tart who looks at her watch.

It's so beautifully arranged on the plate - you know someone's fingers have been all over it.

We are what we eat.

When men reach their sixties and retire, they go to pieces. Women go right on cooking.

In Mexico we have a word for sushi: bait.

Six years and you haven't learned anything - it's white wine with Hershey bars!

Eaten bread is forgotten.

Grumbling makes the loaf no larger.