Going Out | Restaurants Famously, George Bernard Shaw put it so: “There is no love sincerer than the love of food”. Quite so. But when best to ignite the love affair? First thing, with black pools of espresso and eggs all ways? At lunch, over clouds of pastis; or at supper, when there’s no work to worry about? Or perhaps the most joyful meal of the day is not really a meal at all, but the stolen moments after a night out, when food arrives without judgement and is eaten the same way? Here, four of the Standard’s writers make a case for the best time of day to eat.
Who’s talking sense, and who’s out to lunch? Let us know in the comments. Breakfast, many of us have been told since childhood, is the most important meal of the day. Yet few things in life are less likely to make me spring out of bed than the threat of a bowl of cornflakes.
This penance on a plate was invented in the 19th century by John Harvey Kellogg. An enthusiastic Seventh-day Adventist, Kellogg believed that bland foods such as the cornflake would curb the urge to masturbate, to him the greatest of all evils. Never mind the science — breakfast boosts energy and improves concentration — focus on the sin! Kellogg, it is safe to say, was not a believer in the Russian proverb to eat your breakfast alone, share your lunch with a friend and give your dinner to your enemy.
For, properly done, there are few things in life more self-pleasuring than breakfast. The breakfast menu is a manifesto for glutto.
