We stepped into a tavern to warm up our insides with a cordial. People were standing about by the counter, drinking; and a woman was hawking round a basket containing Maltese oranges and sheeps' feet. These were only half-cooked, and she proffered them on a tin fork with a little salt in a twist of paper. These dainty trifles are intended to lull the cravings experienced between meals. You can judge from this what untold sufferings hunger must cause to a people with such gargantuan appetites.

Francis Wey, A Frenchman Sees the English in the Fifties, 1935