Quote of the Day: "jynnan tonnyx"

It is a curious fact, and one to which no one knows quite how much importance to attach, that something like 85 percent of all known worlds in the Galaxy, be they primitive or highly advance, have invented a drink called jynnan tonnyx, or gee-N-N-T'N-ix, or jinond-o-nicks, or any one of a thousand or more variations on the same phonetic theme. The drinks themselves are not the same, and vary between the Silolvian "chinanto/mnigs" which is ordinary water served at a slighty above room temperature, and the Gagrakackan "tzin-anthony-ks" which kills cows at a hundred paces; and in fact the one common factor between all of them, beyond the fact that the names sound the same, is that they were all invented and named before the worlds concerned made contact with any other worlds.

Douglas Adams. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. (1980). Ballentine Books: New York, 2005: pp.177-78

Quote of the Day: 2 March 2008

"There's nothing on Badru but the spaceport .... There's Mikhail's Qwiksnak, a multilingual cafeteria in pink, purple, red, blue, green, and yellow neon (with missing letters) where you can get Galakt k Miks, Spudnik Fry, Krasnaya k la, and indigestion or worse. Nearby is Mikhail's Bistro where you can get a better class of indigestion."

- Russell Hoban. (1996). Fremder. London: Bloomsbury, 2003. p. 2.

Quote of the Day: 23 February 2008

"Mussels in Chocolate." You flinch? But that's only because you are gastronomically unadventurous. (Your Saturday evening visits to the Koh-i-Noor Balti House do not count. These days conveyor-belt curry is as safe a taste as Mozart.)

- James Hamilton-Paterson. (2004). Cooking with Fernet Branca. Europa Editions, New York: 2005. p.15

Quote of the Day: 17 February 2008

"Caviar is sometimes eaten by chess players as a way of rapidly consuming a considerable quantity of easily digestible protein, without any of the stupefying effects of a bona fide meal. It is an excellent cold weather food. It is not available on cross-channel ferries such as this one, though in many respects it would be an ideal mid-journey picnic. There is, however, a deliriously vulgar 'caviar bar' at Heathrow Terminal Four, just to the right of the miniature Harrods."

- John Lancaster. The Debt to Pleasure. Henry Holt and Company: New York, 1996, p. 13