A CULINARY CRITIC.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 35, 29 August 1891, Page 332

A CULINARY CRITIC.

9 John Bull, he loves his beef and ale, His puddings full of plums. The Frenchman likes’his fricassee And frogs’ legs with bread crumbs. The Scotchman eats his meal of oats, Like horses in a paddock. His Haggis weird, his hodgepodge strange And toothsome Finnan haddock ; And—tell it not in Gath, my boys— In whispers be it said : He sometimes even longs to eat His marmalade on bread. The German favours saurkraut, The lipe Limlierger cheese. Hot and cold slaw, and other things, That he'll digest with ease. Yon join a band of Muscovites; They wish you to the deuce. Because you cannot make a meal Off candle <» la Rutze. Within a Chinese restaurant, You hear a waiter halloa: ‘ Nice bird’s-nest soup : roast rat quite hot— And puppy dog to follow.’ You dine with a Sea Island chief, Where all the dishes vary. From yams on rice to babes on toast And roasted missionary. The Esquimaux’ sarcastic smile Pronounces you a lubber, Because you have no appetite For walrus oil and blubber. And thus you find in many climes Wherever you may roam. The cooking is not quite the same As that you get at home.