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Many people see the chance to eat something for nothing, without the need to cook or wash up, as the great consolation of going out to dinner. But they forget quite how difficult it is to talk to a stranger and eat at the same time.
Dine we must and we may as well dine elegantly as well as wholesomely.
With four-appetizer, four-entree menus, it's like, give me a break. That's not a restaurant, that's a dinner party.
Close your eyes and place your finger on a map. Wherever it lands, that's the theme of the evening. So many times we settle for routine dishes. This forces you to try new cuisines.
Dinner at college high table is one of the legendary experiences of England. I could remember keenly each one I had attended; the repartee is sharper than the cutlery.
All four elements were happening in equal measure - the cuisine, the wine, the service, and the overall ambience. It taught me that dining could happen at a spiritual level.
I used to love fine dining, but I lost my appetite for it to a degree because sometimes it is too much about the effort and too little about the result.
Dinner is not what you do in the evening before something else. Dinner is the evening.
My garden in England is full of eating-out places, for heat waves, warm September evenings, or lunch on a frosty Christmas morning.
And so I do. I have inter course, right there in the Hotel van Walsum dining room. I enjoy it very much, this unhurried dining experience. I sip my beer, stare into space, and, in general, do nothing--until the waiter brings the grilled salmon, indicating that, for now, my inter course is over.
You would not serve junk food at a banquet, and your book must be a banquet. Get your language from Swift , not from Shopsy's.
What greater restoratives have we poor mortals than a good meal taken in the company of loving friends?
Luncheon: as much food as one's hand can hold.
The grown-ups, or maybe I should say the parents, ate in the dining room.
I wonder what's for dinner.
There is no occasion when meals should become totally unimportant. Meals can be very small indeed, very inexpensive, short times taken in the midst of a big push of work, but they should be always more than just food.
For of this world one never sees enough and to dine in harmony with nature is one of the gentlest and loveliest things we can do.
People who live in quiet, remote places are apt to give good dinners. They are the oft-recurring excitement of an otherwise unemotional, dull existence. They linger, each of these dinners, in our palimpsest memories, each recorded clearly, so that it does not blot out the others.
I think my favorite place to eat dinner is the movie theater. Dirty dogs, a big thing of nachos and a Cherry Coke - and I'm good.
You'll not sit at the dinning table and expect the food to jump into your mouth. If you're hungry, pick a spoon and start eating. Stop sitting in the dinning world to look at the eaters, it is your turn to start eating if you know you're hungry.
The shared meal elevates eating from a mechanical process of fueling the body to a ritual of family and community, from the mere animal biology to an act of culture.
Back in the really olden days, dinner was seldom a ceremonial event for U.S. families. Only the very wealthy had a separate dining room. For most, meals were informal, a kind of rolling refueling; often only the men sat down.
breakfast at eight and dinner is at
What is more important than the meal? Doesn't the least observant man-about-town look upon the implementation and ritual progress of a meal as a liturgical prescription? Isn't all of civilization apparent in these careful preparations, which consecrate the spirit's triumph over a raging appetite?
In spite of food fads, fitness programs, and health concerns, we must never lose sight of a beautifully conceived meal.
Dinner is to a day what dessert is to dinner.
Food as a hobby used to be an elite pastime, and it has become something that is totally ordinary for people of every background. In that way, we see the growing up of the American food scene: that it's okay to be a regular person and be really into food.
Food is about being happy
at a table, thats probably where we spend most of our happiest hours ...
Prepare your food attractively and serve it nicely.
When I eat with my friends, it is a moment of real pleasure, when I really enjoy my life.
Let the progress of the meal be slow, for dinner is the last business of the day; and let the guests conduct themselves like travelers due to reach their destination together.
When I'm on a location, I pick a restaurant that's close and private and eat all my meals there.
In its essence, a meal is a creative act that has its genesis in the mind of someone who cares enough to plan it, gather ingredients and labor over its creation.
Food is a gift and should be treated reverentially
romanced and ritualized and seasoned with memory.
Reservations and cloth napkins are really minor pinnacles in the high sierra of the New York lunch. The zenith, the Mount Whitney of lunches, the noon meal at which all local lines of force converge [is] the Bar Room of the Four Seasons.
The dialogue and conversation about food is everywhere - television, chat rooms, social media outlets and among everyday conversations.
grilled out, Sam Adams in hand, in the
I discovered a meal between breakfast and brunch.
The pleasures of the table belong to all times and ages, to every country and every day; they go hand in hand with all our other pleasures, outlast them, and remain to console us for their loss.
It has always pleased me to read while eating if I have no companion; it gives me the society I lack. I devour alternately a page and a mouthful; it is as though my book were dining with me.
I spend more time in the kitchen than I have in the dining room, for obvious reasons, however, I just want to sit and indulge.
At banquets surfeit not, but fill; partake, and retire; and eat not again till you crave.
Sir, Respect Your Dinner: idolize it, enjoy it properly. You will be many hours in the week, many weeks in the year, and many years in your life happier if you do.
But the real star of the evening is food.
Restaurants are a wonderful escape for me. And are for a lot of people.
Dinner is where the magic happens in the kitchen.
We need to eat."
"So, we'll get breakfast out?" I stupidly asked.
"Yes, breakfast. What else would I be eating out?
For the millions of us who live glued to computer keyboards at work and TV monitors at home, food may be more than entertainment. It may be the only sensual experience left.
It is the attendance at a great meal, with one too many courses and two too many glasses of wine, that makes civilization spin, romance bloom and friendship last.
What people do at tables." Strong hands held my legs apart. "Eating.
I love to eat out, but even more, I love to eat in.
The Bar Room has a corner table placed strategically at a point diagonally across from the entrance. the table of tables in the setting of settings in the building of buildings. In the religion of lunch, this is the holy of holies.
We're going to go to something called a restaurant.Cody explains from the back seat of the car that it's what people do when they don't want to cook at home. Or when they want better food than what their mother can make.
A meal is not something to get through. A meal is life.
Eat at your own as you would the table of a king.
At mealtime a very broad cloth is laid on the trestle table in the solar. to facilitate service, places are set along one side only. On that side the cloth falls to the floor, doubling as a communal napkin...there are several kinds of knives...but no forks.
When you are invited to a dinner, you are either a guest or you are part of a menu
When I eat, I always pick out the best parts in the middle and leave everything else on the side. It becomes a big sculptural mess, but there are nice compositional elements about how it all sits on the table.
This table is a pigeon trap. A dozen different forks and knives and spoons. Four different goblets. All of them just waiting to be knocked over or misapplied and mishandled. It's a wonder anyone is ever tempted to eat.
I'm a terrible cook, so I usually eat out with friends.
Customers are more friendly when they've had a meal.
What's my favourite food? One you order out.
The pleasure of sitting down to a good meal is not limited to just eating what's set in front of you. It can also be about the sensations or memories associated with it.
What kind of dining set defines me as a person?
There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
I'm a man more dined against than dining.
A good meal soothes the soul as it regenerates the body.
From the abundance of it flows a benign benevolence.
After-dinner talk
Across the walnuts and the wine.
If you're cooking with love, every plate is a unique event - you never allow yourself to forget that a person is waiting to eat it:
O meal is good enough to justify all the money and effort wasted in preparing it. It is an illusion and an expense. Live as I do, undeceived.
Serve yourself, put the food away, then eat.
The dinner-hour is the summer of the day: full of sunshine, I grant; but not like the mellow autumn of supper.
The only kind of restaurant I could imagine doing would be the extraordinarily snooty restaurant with three or four tables, and I would cook what I felt like cooking. And you could eat it or not.
I love candlelit dinners.
Even more then long hours in the kitchen, fine meals require ingenious organization and experience which is a pleasure to acquire.
I think if you've been invited to someone's house, you eat what they serve you. Even if you leave hungry, you be gracious enough to eat what they've prepared.
I love restaurants, and I love cooking.
A fellowship to Oxford acquainted me with the depths of English cooking. By the twenty-first century, London's best restaurants are as good as Paris's, but not in the 1950s.
A good meal must be as harmonious as a symphony and as well-constructed as a Norman cathedral.
I don't really like going out for dinner. It's way better to not have to wait for food ... It's quite boring. I don't cook anything, though; I just transfer it from the fridge into bowls. I'm more of a transferer than a cook.
I go to a restaurant with a group of women and pray that we can order lunch without falling into the semi-covert business of collective monitoring, in which levels of intake and restraint are aired, compared, noticed: 'What are you getting? Is that all you're having? A salad? Oh, please.'
The more modest and impractical the kitchen, the more likely one will be invited to stay for a meal. Show me a fancy house with a top-of-the-line gourmet kitchen, and I'll show you a family that eats out a lot.
One of my favourite activities is eating.
Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.
It's important for me who is at the table with me; the moment when everyone speaks to each other and everyone listens. If there's good food, it's much better.
Dining rooms are really all about the table and the chairs.
This is not a restaurant. Restaurants serve different things from this.
My wife doesn't cook, so we eat out every night. It's not fine dining or anything - we're not fancy people.
Eating is so intimate. It's very sensual. When you invite someone to sit at your table and you want to cook for them, you're inviting a person into your life.
A meal was no more than a fragile defense against the inevitability of the next meal. Food itself could never answer the question of food; it only delayed the moment when the question would have to be asked in earnest.
The dinner party is a suburban form of entertainment. Its spread in our big cities represents an insidious Fifth Column suburbanization of the metropolis.
Sharing food has always had a central place in civilized societies; it's no accident that so many of our cultural, religious and patriotic rituals are involved with eating.
I have forty-six cookbooks. I have sixty-eight takeout menus from four restaurants. I have one hundred and sixteen soy sauce packets. I have three hundred and eighty-two dishes, bowls, cups, saucers, mugs and glasses. I eat over the sink. I have five sinks, two with a view.
As a dinner guest I gratefully eat just about anything that's set before me, because graciousness among friends is dearer to me than any other agenda.
Some people sit at life' banquet table while others serve them
What does a Californian make for dinner? Reservations.
I usually eat in my friend Tom Corcoran's place - the Siam Thai in Monkstown. I go there for a very large plate of beef in red wine sauce.
The menu is not the meal.
In the Members' Dining Room, the Conservatives eat at one end, the Labour Party at the other, while the Liberals wait at table.
A restaurant is a compendium of choices that the owner has made. If you look around a restaurant, everything represents a choice: the kind of salt shaker that's on the table, the art on the walls, the uniforms on the waiters.