Foodie Soul Pillows

"No matter how much gelato, pizza and tiramisu I eat, I gain weight. This Mediterranean diet just isn't working."

"Stephen and I are today's special."

'I couldn't stand the heat, so I got out of the kitchen.'

"I thought we agreed you weren't going to work at home."

"So this coffee shop if your 'hangout'?"

Pasta

Craft Donuts vs. Craft Beer

'Which would be more Zen ? a pizza with nothing, or a pizza with everything?'

"Can I get this to go in an organic, locally recycled, eco-friendly doggie bag?"

Enjoying a picnic at the rugby ground

Meticulously prepared, locally sourced food served on artifacts of a romanticized industrial past, by people who take their fashion cues from daguerreotypes, to adults whose parents still pay their rent.

"There must be a place we can wait on line for an hour before eating."

"You grab the food—I'll grab the wine."

Chicken soup books

'I would kill for a truffle.'

"I know, boy—I miss the smoked salmon at Zabar's, too."

'I've got another loose tooth - It's not your cooking is it mum?'

Non-wall St merger: Mom's Home Cooking...Pop's Cafe!

"Pardon, I should have been more specific...is everything all right with THE MEAL?"

'Pigs feet, sir? 'ARE THEY PICKLED?'

"I'd better not eat any more broccoli. I'm saving room for spiritual food."

"We call it 'dish' of the day, but it's actually served on a plank of wood."

"When a man is tired of pasta, sir, he is tired of life. Dr. Johnson."

Alternative Dickens: Oliver, having received more, requests a doggy bag.

"With any entrée, you get unlimited access to the trough."

'Your tomato ketchup is on it's way, Sir...'

"First, do no ham."

"Bingo, it's the hippy lady again! She always throws something interesting: last week it was honey-beer bread..."

Isaac Newton discovered gravity and his neighbour Wilbus discovered Apple Sauce.

"I'll have the crescent-crab 'purses' and the smoked duck 'hash' – hold the quotation marks."

'It's all made by stateless people, wanderers, nomads, whose only anchor is cheese.'

'Your check? Certainly,sir -- would you like it itemized?'

"Hey, Gary. Lois wanted to know if you’re up for waiting forever for reheated leftovers and sipping warm mimosas intended to ease the pain of poor service amid a cacophony of idiot tourists and 20-year-olds... you know, brunch."

"They're boulettes de viande. They're meatballs. They're balls of meat."

"Mmm....say, cookie! What's this garbage you're feeding us?"