Makes Me Want to Eat (or Drink)

bluepiano: The wedding breakfast and especially the name-day feast. I wouldn't even like the smell of the latter being cooked, not being much of a meat-eater, but the description somehow makes me want to gorge.

bluepiano: Makes me want to be living in 50's and having drinks on an August Sunday evening in a suburban neighbour's back yard. Despite knowing that Cheever was a raging alcoholic.

bluepiano: Makes me want to be living in the 50's and striding across Central Park in a camel-hair overcoat on my way to a bar one autumn afternoon. Despite knowing that Yates was a raging alcoholic.