A. J. Liebling
There is no concept more generally cherished by publishers than that of the Undeserving Poor.
Southern political personalities, like sweet corn, travel badly. They lose flavor with every hundred yards away from the patch. By the time they reach New York, they are like Golden Bantam that has been trucked up from Texas — stale and unprofitable. The consumer forgets that the corn tastes different where it grows.
If you just try long enough and hard enough, you can always manage to boot yourself in the posterior.
No sane man can afford to dispense with debilitating pleasures. No ascetic can be considered reliably sane.
If the first requisite for writing well about food is a good appetite, the second is to put in your apprenticeship as a feeder when you have enough money to pay the check but not enough to produce indifference of the total.
An Englishman teaching an American about food is like the blind leading the one-eyed.
I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better.