Eating Etiquette Quotes

Dining partners, regardless of gender, social standing, or the years they've lived, should be chosen for their ability to eat - and drink! - with the right mixture of abandon and restraint. They should enjoy food, and look upon its preparation and its degustation as one of the human arts.

Growing up in Luton, we'd always eat on a cloth, placed on the floor of the living room, with no TV allowed. There were no chairs back in Bangladesh and Dad wanted to keep the tradition, so we never owned a dining table.

Basil Stag Hare tut-tutted severely as he remarked to Ambrose Spike, 'Tch, tch. Dreadful table manners. Just look at those three wallahs, kicking up a hullaballoo like that! Eating's a serious business.

Shh! Don't talk with your mouth full.

Always chew on your pretzels before you swallow.

First the grub, then the morals.

The dyspeptic and the drunkard do not know how to eat or drink.

How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?

With messy food, or foods with a lot of sauce, you do 'The Hunch.' I learned it in Philly, watching the dudes in suits eat cheesesteaks. You keep your elbows above your hands because if you don't, the grease runs down your sleeve to your elbow.

Mother's words of wisdom: Answer me! Don't talk with food in your mouth!

Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.

I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.

Smacking or chewing really loud and obnoxiously at dinner is a no-no. You know, if we're eating tacos, and I know we gotta use our hands, but if it gets all over your face, it's not sexy to me. That's not a good look.

You’re disgusting when you eat,” Chuck said, sitting on the bench next to him. “It’s like watching a starving pig eat his own klunk.

I have but one rule at my table. You may leave your cabbage, but you'll sit still and behave until I've eaten mine.

Good manners: The noise you don't make when you're eating soup.

My mother always said, 'When you're eating pretzels, chew before you swallow'. Always listen to your mother.

Sometimes you go into Nando's, and you want to tuck into the chicken wings with your fingers, but you know someone is watching you, so you don't. I'm sat there thinking, 'If these chicken wings were at home, they would get demolished!' But I've got to use a knife and fork, and you end up saying: 'Could I get a bag to take these home, please?'

We may eat dinner together, but everyone puts the food in his own mouth.

The old injunction 'Don't talk with your mouth full' is based on the presumption that, however multifunctional a mouth may be, it should only perform one job at a time. Humans have found a way around this limitation in the form of food writing.

And, for an unsurpassed double whammy, there is talking about eating while you are eating with friends.

Oh, I'd never put my elbows on the table.

Fondue is not a good date food. You end up with cheese dripping down your face.

I remember so clearly from when I was five years old, my mom and dad arguing over - not over whether it was better, but whether it was proper or whether it was correct to eat with a fork or to eat with your hands, like we do in Sri Lanka. Proper. Like, what is the correct way to eat?

I hate when people have food in their mouths and they don't swallow before they talk. Like, they store it in their cheek when they talk to you. It drives me nuts.