Food is the mainspring of my life. I judge people by their piecrusts and stare hungrily into pastry shop windows after a four-course meal at the restaurant next door. My happiest and saddest experiences have occurred in restaurants. Nothing I’ve seen or done can compare to the euphoria I felt when I first ate quenelles de brochet avec sauce Nantua in the Jura Mountains of France — or the depression I suffered after dining on frozen fillets of an unnamed and unrecognizable fish in a Newfoundland restaurant overlooking the sea.By SONDRA GOTLIEB
The young today are cool customers, immune to astonishment — and why not? They’ve seen it all. Furthermore, they’ve seen it as it happens. Not yesterday’s news — Extra! Read all about it. Lindbergh baby kidnapped — but live, on national television.By FREDELLE BRUSER MAYNARD
Bobby Hull felt lousy. He was sitting slack and tired against the rich grey upholstery in the backseat of Ben Hatskin’s black Lincoln Continental. Hatskin, president of the Winnipeg Jets and Hull’s boss, was behind the steering wheel, guiding the car with one nonchalant hand through the brilliant cold winter noon in downtown Winnipeg.By JACK BATTEN
No one is really sure how the concept of fast food got started. History suggests that, a few generations after Shakespeare and Ben Jonson were eating and drinking their thoughts into literature at the famous Mermaid Tavern in London, the fourth Earl of Sandwich, a man of doubtful reputation, had developed a compulsive habit of eating meats between slices of bread so that he wouldn’t miss a bet at a local gambling establishment.By NATALIE FRUMAN
I love restaurant food. I love restaurant food from restaurants that have jukeboxes blaring and seedy formica counters and red leatherette booths with mustard and ketchup squeeze bottles and chrome serviette dispensers and plastic-wrapped menus and a faint vinegar smell on Friday nights when the local movie house lets out.By ROBERT MARKLE
People don’t stand still; they move. For instance, they moved from Europe to North America. The children of those people moved from east to west, and their children moved from country to city and made money. But for the children of those people, there was no place, physically, left to go; and they began to move in other, spiritual, ways.By MELINDA McCRACKEN
The federal penitentiary at Kingston, Ontario, was opened in 1835; it was then, as now, a massive block of stone and steel where men were shut away, in the hope that they would be reformed, but actually, as often as not, to be confirmed as criminals.By GEORGE WOODCOCK
If you really want to make an impression on the stewardess the next time you fly, pull a gun on her. Your hardest job will be convincing her you were joking; the easiest will be smuggling the gun past weapons detectors in the airport. I know because I did it.By ROBERT PARKER
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