My first job was scooping ice cream at Friendly’s in Albany, New York. I hated the work, most of my colleagues, and the uniform, and I more or less lost my taste for ice cream permanently.
A lot of the other companies in the space have really left a bad taste in regulators’ mouths. It’s actually been a huge advantage when we come in and we take the time to sit down and get to know them, explain the business, explain what we do.
A good espresso to me is a little bit salty; you just become used to a good taste. Anytime I go into a new place and they don’t clean their machine properly or the water temperature isn’t right, it tastes awful.
Today not even a universal fire could make the torrential poetic production of our time disappear. But it is exactly a question of production, that is, of hand-made products which are subject to the laws of taste and fashion.
Errors of taste are very often the outward sign of a deep fault of sensibility.
I’m so in love with the United States. Not as a patriot. I’m in love with America like it’s my first girlfriend. The geography, the people, the smell, the touch, the taste, the gas stations. I’m madly in love with America.
I try to make the songs as good as I can – the way I like it, you know? And I guess my taste sometimes happens to be what other people, particularly radio programmers, like too.
I think an art collection is a lot like a diary. Your taste evolves with time. I try to never sell anything, because it’s part of my journey.
Things taste less salty when they’re cool.
We never taste happiness in perfection, our most fortunate successes are mixed with sadness.
I like a bit of chocolate as much as the next person, but cheese is a complete world on its own. The sheer variety is staggering and there’s always going to be a cheese to tickle your taste buds.
I don’t deviate – once you get validated for being you, I don’t know why you would deviate. I stick to my gut and my taste.
We have developed a culture in which we eat with our taste buds, not our brains.
Never be tempted by water. The water tap should be sealed at lunchtime. If, for example, a sauce goes wrong, adding water doesn’t help at all; one only achieves a taste of dishwater.
Between good sense and good taste there lies the difference between a cause and its effect.
I’m not Ang Lee who knows so much about western market and the taste of western audiences.
I don’t have a very ‘masculine’ taste in music. I get a lot of heat from my friends about that.
The male gay community seems to be very into female singers. I think it could be the songs we sing. They’re more open with their feelings. And they have good taste!
Narrativity presumes a special taste for plot. And this taste for plot was always very present in the Anglo-Saxon countries and that explains their high quality of detective novels.
People call things ‘vulgar’ when they are new to them. When they have become old, they become ‘good taste.’
The more you pander to what is, presumably, the taste of young people, the more you corrupt.
The great fights with your strongest rivals are always the biggest motivation. When you win easily it’s not the same taste.
I have never, ever, had an acting partnership that was a safe, as full, and as exciting as the one I had with Tony. I didn’t want to go through life without having a chance to taste it again.
Every year, my father comes by and samples the chremslach – like quality control – and tells me how they taste just like his mother’s.
I guess my music taste is pretty predictable: I like new indie rock stuff, older stuff.
I have a low taste for urban fantasy and paranormal romance.
We have lost the taste for the real.
A bad or mediocre meal is more than just an unpleasant taste, it is an unnecessary negation of one of life’s pleasures – a wasted chance to refine our palates, learn about the world, and share a rewarding experience.
The difference with Cleveland is that the racial tension was not a casual taste of it. It was outlandish.
Taste and love are not the servants of the will. Love is and must be free. It rises from the heart like perfume from a flower.
Since the composer has said everything, if you discover everything, it will be enough and you will be a happy man. Don’t try to say it’s your taste, and because of that you are changing this or that. And I must say this respect is still there.
I have terrible taste in things: music, movies, TV shows. I love all the guilty pleasures: Bravo, ‘Real Housewives.’
On some subconscious level, I’ve been prejudiced against turnips, parsnips, swedes and other roots. Do they taste of much? Are they really special? How wrong I was.
Every drummer that had a name, had a name because of his individual playing. He didn’t sound like anybody else, So everybody that I ever listened to, in some form, influenced my taste.
Like a lot of snackers, I recognized that snacking is an indulgence and is all about taste.
And so, when I was a young writer I always worked hard on imagery, and I knew that the roots of imagery were the senses – and that if my readers could feel, taste and see what I was talking about, I would be able to tell them a story.
I had the impression from reading English literature that British women were great beauties, and I only had seen Julie Christie, and she was gorgeous and sexy. I don’t know whether it was just my taste, but when I got to London, I went two years without seeing a truly attractive woman. A lot of near misses.
I could say diamonds are a girl’s best friend, and that never changes. But the taste for art did change.
On its self-titled debut, Happy Birthday flirts with several flavors of love, and ‘Girls FM’ is where taste gets confusing.
The cold, mean ‘Sunset Boulevard’ – a beautiful title, though I suspect it was shot on another boulevard – is further proof of the resurgence of art in the Hollywood of super-craftsmen with insuperable taste.
‘Vacation’ means titillating my taste buds.
I live in a country where music has very little success, though, exclusive of those who have forsaken us, we have still admirable professors and, more particularly, composers of great solidity, knowledge, and taste.
I love my garlic press; in fact, it is probably my one true desert island gadget. But I’m happy to put it aside whenever the smell and sweet taste of slow-cooked garlic is called for.
Genuine good taste consists in saying much in few words, in choosing among our thoughts, in having order and arrangement in what we say, and in speaking with composure.
Every sense has the power to transport us through time, but it’s taste I find the most mysterious, and writing about it often results in tortured metaphors.
The thing is I’m very interested in bad taste, as anyone who’s ever seen me perform or had dinner with me would know.
Aside from ROH, just getting a taste of Wrestle Kingdom at the Tokyo Dome with NJPW has me really excited at the prospect of furthering and developing my career in Japan.
The taste of defeat has a richness of experience all its own.
We’re in a period where society seems very attracted to flash, and that seeps into people’s musical taste.
If the FBI is now in charge of bad taste, we’re all doomed.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
I wanted to find a way to merge my taste as an art and creative director with my new little obsessions: babies and motherhood and all of that. So I began working on my website, Romy and the Bunnies, which is named after my daughter, Romy.
It’s odd, because I used to see pictures, on telly or wherever, of what I now know to be Shaftesbury Avenue and I used to wonder what that amazing street with all the lights was. Well, now I know. I think when you get a wee taste of something, it maybe isn’t what you thought it was.
Well, I’m a writer by nature, and I got a little bit – a little taste of a daily fast-paced writing job, writing career, and I loved it.
I think things that are really, really not good are easy to see. But films that are decent can either be made good or great based on the execution. At the end of the day, it’s always a crapshoot about the execution, the level of taste, in any department.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
I learned to surf for ‘Soul Surfer.’ Surfing is like golf: You’re always battling, and it keeps knocking you down. There are a lot of wipeouts. But when you stay with it and catch that wave, you really taste it. It’s magic.
Nobody ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public.
The idea that women journalists bring a different taste in stories or sensibility isn’t true.
You walk off the plane in Rio, and your blood temperature goes up. The feel of the wind on your face, the water on your skin, the taste of the food, the music, the sexuality; Brazilians are very comfortable in their sexuality.
It’s very much a piece of myself when I write a song. I don’t mean to say it’s very personal, like the lyrics mean something personal to me. When I write a song, that’s my taste in music – my taste in chord progressions and melodies.
