For his valour loved thrift, and was a stranger to all superfluity of food, and averse to feasting in excess.
For his was a courage which never at any moment had time to make luxury of aught account, and always forewent pleasure to pay due heed to virtue.

So, when he saw that the antique character of self-restraint, and all good old customs, were being corrupted by new-fangled luxury and sumptuosity, he wished to be provided with a morsel fitter for a peasant, and scorned the costly and lavish feast.
Spurning profuse indulgence in food, Starkad took some smoky and rather rancid fare, appeasing his hunger with a bitter relish because more simply; and being unwilling to enfeeble his true valour with the tainted sweetness of sophisticated foreign dainties, or break the rule of antique plainness by such strange idolatries of the belly.

He was also very wroth that they should go, to the extravagance of having the same meat both roasted and boiled at the same meal; for he considered an eatable which was steeped in the vapours of the kitchen, and which the skill of the cook rubbed over with many kinds of flavours, in the light of a monstrosity.
Unlike Starkad Ingild flung the example of his ancestors to the winds, and gave himself freer licence of innovation in the fashions of the table than the custom of his fathers allowed.

For when he had once abandoned himself to the manners of Teutonland, he did not blush to yield to its unmanly wantonness.

No slight incentives to debauchery have flowed down our country's throat from that sink of a land.