The Ritz Hotel has never yet provided game of such wondrous flavor as the bird plucked and half-cooked over the small boys' camp fire.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A hot dog at the game beats roast beef at the Ritz.
If one cannot catch a bird of paradise, better take a wet hen.
One of the greatest birds I've ever had is called a 'Turducken.' A chicken inside of a duck inside of a turkey. That's one that I love. I've done it a couple times.
When you are at home, even if the chicken is a little burnt, what's the big deal? Relax.
A forest bird never wants a cage.
A duck tastes the same whether they're shot sitting or flying.
When I lived summers at my grandparents' farm, haying with my grandfather from 1938 to 1945, my dear grandmother Kate cooked abominably. For noon dinners, we might eat three days of fricasseed chicken from a setting hen that had boiled twelve hours.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
My old man never used to cook, so we lived on takeaway. The others were always jealous.
I never cook. My favorite place to eat is Smith & Wollensky in Chicago.