Even in the degenerate Emperor Nero's times there were those who were uncomfortable about vacuous gastronomic novelty seeking.
The pheasant won from Colchis
And African guinea-fowls
Taste good because these birds are rare,
While the plain white goose and the duck
With speckled bright feathers
Have merely an ordinary savour.
Parrot-fish drawn from from distant shores,
A catch from the Syrtes costing a shipwreck,
Are all the rage; we're tired of mullet now.
The mistress excels the wife,
Cinnamon puts the rose to blush.
The very far-fetched will pass for the best.
Petronius, Satyricon 4:93.