I think the music-food dichotomy occurred to me at one of two points:

1) while I was enjoying dinner in a New Orleans creole (what's usually called "cajun", if incorrectly) restaurant - one of my favorite cuisines in all the world - while having miserably to listen to the affiliated music, which I detest; or

2) while wallowing blissfully in damp, depressing Russian music, when suddenly to my mind comes the image of a bowl of borsht.