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Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H. It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.
I hate sandwiches at New York delis. Too much meat on the sandwich. It's like a cow with a cracker on either side. "Would you like anything else with the pastrami sandwich?" "Yeah, a loaf of bread and some other people!"
The only thing he likes better than a nice juicy homicide is a sirloin steak smothered with onions.
Ring a ding dillo del! derry, del, my hearties! If you come soon you'll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you'll get grass and rain-water!
There is a certain delicacy which in yielding conquers; and with a pitiful look makes one find cause to crave help one's self.
I am not Jewish, but I think that America invented nothing so fine as deli food.
There ain't no Coupe Deville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jacks box.
A crier of green sauce.
He despises what he sought; and he seeks that which he lately threw away.
[Lat., Quod petit spernit, repetit quod nuper omisit.]
I don't know,' Del said. 'I read this book. I guess you could say we were looking for a better life.'
'Did you find it?' the Fish Stick Girl asked.
'No, it was just a goddamn book. I ain't read one since.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
If you cross a pickle with a female deer ... You get a dill-doe!
At our production company, the trademark dish - and this sounds particularly revolting - is curried pickled herring.
You posses a quality which can never belong to Mademoiselle Danglars. It is that indefinable charm which is to a woman what perfume is to the flower and flavor to the fruit, for beauty of either is not the only quality we seek.
Where the hell are you, Cimil?"
"Popping tags with Roberto," she replied.
"Popping what?" he asked.
Cimil growled. "You shame Macklemore - I'm at a thrift store. Where else would a goddess find a microwave for her potpie and a new pair of pink hot pants? And a Lee Majors doll! Score!
Where justice if negotiable, filthiness becomes delectable
Al the povere peple tho pescoddes fetten; Benes and baken apples thei broghte in hir lappe, Chibolles and chervelles and ripe chiries manye, And profrede Piers this present to plese with Hunger.
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset
DeLois lived up the block on 142nd Street and never had her hair done, and all the neighbourhood women sucked their teeth as she walked by. Her crispy hair twinkled in the summer sun as her big proud stomach moved her on down the block while I watched, not caring whether or not she was a poem.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Gallimaufry of ices and trifles and toasts, supervised
on the outskirts of Johnson
I should have had the pickle.
Promises XI. A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII. The Fellow of No Delicacy XIV. The Honest Tradesman
I like a cheese and pickle. Nice cheese and pickle on a real old-fashioned bread. Ploughman's lunch.
Delphine Lucielle's paintings are profound, unique, and moving. It is rare to find contemporary art that combines both beauty, innovation, and creates a new style of painting by fusing technology and nature. Delphine Lucielle is pushing the boundaries of what art is capable of.
There is an art to the business of making sandwiches which it is given to few ever to find the time to explore in depth. It is a simple task, but the opportunities for satisfaction are many and profound.
I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.
You're an idiot, Vayle. What does delinquent mean?"
"It means you. If anybody asks you to describe yourself, that's the word you want."
"Thanks. Idiot.
The fricassee with dumplings is made by a Mrs. Miller whose husband has left her four times on account of her disposition and returned four times on account of her cooking ...
True delicacy is not a fragile thing.
rectangular slab of mincemeat that everyone, including the servers, referred to as baked turd.
Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.
ran along the stone wall. Two years ago this pantry had been full to overflowing with hams smoked in ash and jars full of duck fat set beside coils of sausage. Bottles of aged champagne
Delicacy is to love what grace is to beauty.
Large and excellent joints, the delicacies and cleanliness customary in Italy were wanting
What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete.
In a burst of hideous insight, DeDe realized the depth of her commitment to this marriage. She had just traded adultery for a cheeseburger and an order of french fries.
Hunger is the best pickle.
The deluded mind is the mind affectively burdened by intellect. Thus, it cannot move without stopping and reflecting on itself. This obstructs its native fluidity.
Lennie Smullenski and Anthony Zuck bake the goodies in the back room in big steel ovens and troughs of hot oil. Clouds of flour and sugar sift onto table surfaces and slip under foot. And lard is transferred daily from commercial sized vats directly to local butts.
The Jumble Shop would be one place where we'd sometimes accumulate down in the Village. I think it might be just a place that's unknown that was right around the corner from wherever it was that we met.
The dumpling is indeed of more ancient institution, and of foreign origin; but alas, what were those dumplings? Nothing but a few lentils sodden together, moisten'd and cemented with a little seeth'd fat.
In the supermarket Harry had bought a pizza grandiosa which he heated in the oven. He thought how odd it was to be sitting in Sweden, eating Italian food made in Norway.
This is the Mona Lisa of bad diners.
You know why I like to talk to you, Delia? You never interrupt with your experiences. Not jiggling your foot till you get a chance to jump in with your life history.
I have salted my hatred and cured it, stored it in a dark cellar of my mind against the day when I could let it be my only nourishment. The day is finally come, and I will tear into this meat and savor its taste.
My Becca's home.
Several sellers of hot meat pies and sausages in a bun had appeared from nowhere and were doing a brisk trade. [Footnote: They always do, everywhere. No-one sees them arrive. The logical explaination is that the franchise includes the stall, the paper hat and a small gas-powered time machine.]
between Scylla and Charybdis,
I love dill pickles! They're on my rider for my concerts so I eat one every day.
Dictionary Definition of Delicacy 1. The quality or condition of being delicate, fragile, or sensitive. 2. Discretion, tact.
Mr. Pettifor, I've brought you lunch, Sir." "Leave it on my desk," he grouses. "It's your favorite, Sir, a Reuben with au jus," I say softly.
Where is the tuna? Where? Where?
In fine, the truffle is the very diamond of gastronomy.
Meg cut up some celery and mixed it in with the tuna. After a moment's hesitation she opened the refrigerator door and brought out a jar of little sweet pickles.-Though why I'm doing it for her I don't know, she thought, as she cut them up.-I don't trust her one bit.
His Tender Roni.
Bomb me, make me vaporise
I think pickles are cucumbers that sold out.
Home. I have no idea what that word really means.
I've done bad things with relish, and good things with pickles.
Good stuff!" [Knud] said. "All organic, of course! All fresh! We take care of the earth here! You like smoked herring? You will. Of course you will! I work in iron, though I have also done some of these wood carvings. All of my work is based on traditional Danish art. I am a Viking! Eat!
Fifteen years ago, France was the promised land of cooking. So I looked at a map, found five restaurants and faxed them to ask for a job. Within five minutes, I got a reply from the then three- star Le Jardin des Sens in Montpellier.
DELUGE, n. A notable first experiment in baptism which washed away the sins (and sinners) of the world.
Oh yeah? What did you have last night?"
"Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle."
"And the night before?"
"Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle."
She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?"
He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh ... beans and franks. On Monday.
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
Indescribably delirious!
Merciless Mart, with its grand lobby. I glimpse the Abnegation
... where Halder and Hans usually arrived first and had something to eat, perhaps sausage with a bit of sauerkraut.
Nothing could make me pull away meat-market love goddess. My sexy little filet mignon
Delk shifted in his chair, the arrow point never wavering. "What do you want?"
"Oh, the usual.World peace, a pair of Christian Louboton heels, a perfect wedding.
A pretty pickle, truly, thought I; abed here in a strange house in the broad day, with a cannibal and a tomahawk.
A nasty surprise in a sandwich
I started a deli when I was 19 years old. Kevin O's. The sandwiches at Kevin O's were a little like Subway before Subway - fresh baked bread. My best seller was turkey with cream cheese and artichoke hearts. I just made it up.
DEJEUNER, n. The breakfast of an American who has been in Paris. Variously pronounced.
By Moradin's arm and Clangeddin's horn, by Dumathoin's tricks and Delzoun true born, open I tell ye, open yer gates! Me name's Athrogate, me blood's Delzoun, and I'm told me home awaits!
Carli's was a small club at the end of a passage between a sporting-goods store and a circulating library. There was a grilled door and a man behind it who had given up trying to look as if it mattered who came in. (Smart-Aleck Kill)
Percy pizza with extra olives.
What's that?" said Ron, pointing at a large dish of some sort of shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak-and-kidney pudding.
"Bouillabaisse," said Hermione.
"Bless you," said Ron.
"It's French," said Hermione.
Foie gras and caviar tureens. About
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
No place has delicatessen like New York.
No Delicacy XIV. The Honest Tradesman XV. Knitting XVI. Still
Discombobulated.
Delicacy is the genuine tint of virtue.
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat was hard to come by. Done by! Gum by! In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, And meat was hard to come by.
heavy demolition unit.
be counterproductive. Hilda's
When the sommelier Enrico Bernardo moved to Paris from Italy nearly two decades ago, the world of French gastronomy brutally rejected him. No matter that he had won the competition for best sommelier in Italy; when he asked 30 restaurateurs for work in their wine cellars, all turned him down.
Teflon Panty Club
Bologna girl, that's me.
Demagogue
a vessel containing beer and other liquids.
pickle juice on a cookie.
Cassoulet, that best of bean feasts, is everyday fare for a peasant but ambrosia for a gastronome, though its ideal consumer is a 300-pound blocking back who has been splitting firewood nonstop for the last twelve hours on a subzero day in Manitoba.
The perfection of rottenness.
I'm Vincent," Obinze said, when they met in the back room. "I'm Dee." A pause. "No, you're not English. You can pronounce it. My real name is Duerdinhito, but the English, they cannot pronounce, so they call me Dee." "Duerdinhito," Obinze repeated. "Yes!" A delighted smile.
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
I don't think Kitchen makes this. What's it called again?"
"Jell-O Surprise." Link grinned.
"What's the surprise?" Ridley examined the red gelatin more closely.
"What they put in it.
Little Caesar's Pizza,