A Fork in the Road Quotes

“the grown-ups were concerned, who grew up with rationing, made dinnertime more of a moral than a nutritional exercise (‘Elbows off the table; don’t talk with your mouth full; no getting down without permission …’), and gave us to believe that we were lucky to be eating at all, there was no question of travelling the extra miles across town,”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“include goat brain on toast with ash gourd sambol or ravioli filled with jackfruit seeds and water spinach.”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“We all enter our families in the middle of the action, and each of us is left to piece together our own story-in-progress as best we can.”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“Let others wonder how the pharaohs could have built pyramids using twenty-ton blocks of stone. I can’t understand how a people whose civilization predates all others couldn’t come up with tastier food.”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“when I visit a city and find restaurants that offer foreign food primarily for one reason: they’re safe havens for tourists who distrust the cuisine of the countries they’re visiting.”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“You have to admit, when residents of a city like Beirut claim they’re frightened of someplace other than where they live, a sensible fellow takes note.”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“I was starting to get the gist, no hair of the dog round here, more like the full skin to keep everyone floating in a slightly glazed state, no matter the hour.”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“When life dishes up endless hardship and disappointment, cachaça delivers a necessary sense of fortitude, and paints a euphoric glow around its jagged edges.”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“We are talking 1982 here, a time when Brazil was not known for its safety. That very day, as I left Rio, a radio report came on about a woman whose glittering bejeweled hand had been macheted off as she drove through town with the window open.”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“With so many new and even newer versions coming out so fast, we often gripe if authenticity gets lost in translation. But it’s not about mourning how things used to be done—you have to go and experience these things for yourself, whether it’s finding ways to preserve a tradition or thinking of different flavors that will make a dish your own.”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“You can slave away at your Mandarin, and develop a passing acquaintance with a few local dialects, but as soon as you visit a new part of the country, you won’t be able to understand a word people say when they talk amongst themselves.”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“Naïve trust is both the beauty and the downfall of being a young adult.”
― Lonely Planet, A Fork in the Road: Tales of Food, Pleasure and Discovery on the Road

“The emotional equivalent of jet lag is the end of a love affair and yet you, foolish and besotted lover, won’t let go. You’re still keeping time by his sun and moon, waking when he wakes, and sleeping only when he closes his eyes.”
― James Oseland, A Fork in the Road