Mrs. Trustle presided with genius and elan over New York's Physical Culture restaurant. A grandmotherly woman of about sixty, she had the energy of one half her age. With admirable dexterity, she stewed prunes, stirred simmering pots of beans, chopped cabbage, steamed carrots. Her girlish cheer was said to be infectious. The lunch rush never fazed her, and the dinner crowd she handled in stride. (more…) Read More...

Of the various impressions made on the English man of letters Joseph Addison during a 1702 visit to a Freiburg monastery, one that lingered longest was the delight its inmates took in eating snails. A thick ragout they would prepare into which they would toss these creatures by the dozen. A great wooden box called an escargotiere ensured a reliable supply, its interior lined with greens in which nestled snails often as large as a child's fist. "I do not remember to have met with any thing of the same in other countries," Addison wrote in reference to this ingenious contrivance. In these boxes the snails reposed and ate, ate and reposed, until such time as the cook came and shook out a hundred or two of them for supper. (more…) Read More...

"My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four. Unless there are three other people." -- Orson Welles Read More...

Of the glimmering swarm gathering at twilight the catcher of fireflies entertained few romantic notions. To him his quarry -- which drew gasps from the crowd gathered at the riverbank, which drew sighs from many a moonstruck poet -- simply meant business. (more…) Read More...

"Bookmen taste, chew, masticate, nibble, ingustate, devour, gorge, cram; they are subject to appetite and repletion; starving, over-eating, the one reacting upon the other, and thus precipitating indigestions and dyspepsias." -- Holbrook Jackson, The Anatomy of Bibliomania (1930)     Read More...

Love rooted in frustration bears the sweetest fruit: This the old wives of New England knew. When on long winter nights a suitor called on an eligible daughter, her parents served him pie, bound both his legs in a large woolen sock, and bundled him into bed with his sweetheart. (more…) Read More...

"For it is only in company that eating is done justice; food must be divided and distributed if it is to be well received." -- Walter Benjamin, One-Way Street (1928) Read More...

I have a piece up at Dissent's website that discusses eating habits of the working poor over the centuries. Occasioned by New York City mayor Michael Bloomberg's proposed ban on soft drinks 16 ounces or greater, my piece reveals that the economically disadvantaged didn't always eat poorly. Indeed, history demonstrates that the opposite is true: Unhealthy eating habits don't develop as a result of instinct; they have to be learned -- and a processed-food industry stands ready to teach them. Read More...

"You remember what I told you about old stagers, and the roast beef diet? Well, that applies right through life. It's all very well to trifle with the little side-dishes at first, but there comes a time when you've got to quit fooling with the minced chicken, and the imitation lamb chops of this world, and settle down to plain, everyday, roast beef, medium." -- Edna Ferber, Roast Beef Medium: The Business Adventures of Emma McChesney (1913)     Read More...

While exploring the jungle around the Javary River, one of the most formidable and mysterious regions in South America, the Swedish adventurer Algot Lange nearly met his end. All around him vegetation formed a gloomy tangle teeming with insects and reptiles. The air throbbed with suffocating, soporific heat. Through a constant downpour he trekked, feverish, starving -- and completely lost. (more…) Read More...

"And, after all, it is a very poor consolation to be told that the man who has given one a bad dinner, or poor wine, is irreproachable in his private life. Even the cardinal virtues cannot atone for half-cold entrées." -- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891) Read More...

In nineteenth-century New York, nothing went better with radical politics than coffee cake. Manhattan's Lower East Side boasted some three hundred "coffee and cake saloons," where anarchists and socialists tucked into crullers as they debated everything from the theories of Marx and Bakunin to the literary merits of Tolstoy and Ibsen, and the success of the latest performance at the Metropolitan Opera House. Late into the night they talked and between outbursts of indignation or sympathy sipped strong cups of tea à la russe adorned with thin slices of lemon. (more…) Read More...

Once upon a time a mix tape spent three weeks getting made by a boy in Texas. (more…) Read More...