For most of its history this book has been such a classic that praising it was to engage in cliché. Perhaps in certain circles it still has that status, but for me it was an accidental and a happy discovery. Neither a science book, as the title might imply, nor a cookery book, it's more a rambling collection of thoughts on food, life, love and being human. It's rambling, however, not in the sense of being aimless and slow but in that of delightfully straying down wonderful sidetracks. From the costly treasures and wild beasts of the New World - which, in both cases, turn out to be turkey - to the dishes (calibrated by social class and depth of pocket) which you can place in front of a man to see if his pleasure in them marks him out as a well-developed gourmand, the whole book is a joy. The different pace and perspective of life is jarring at first, but within a few pages it becomes part of the savour. This is food and drink seen in an entirely novel way - novel at the time, to those who first read it, even more novel to us when faced with Brillat-Savarin's brilliantly anachronistic mode of thought. Strange, but highly recommended.