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Page 89 - ... friends from the table at the far end came across and took coffee and liqueurs with us, and talked of the old days when Romano's was but a quarter of the size it is now, when it was far more Bohemian than it is now, when there was a little aquarium in the front window into which the sons of Belial used to try and force each other late at night, much to the consternation of the goldfish, when everybody who took his meals there knew everybody else, when poor Bessie Belwood, the merriest soul that...
Page 182 - ... and, at the end of the room, the grill with a clock above it, where, shielded by a transparent screen, a stout cook, all in white, stands and turns the chops and the steaks on the great gridiron where the fat drips through and fizzles on the coals beneath. The great janitors, both of mighty girth, who stand at the outer doors, look in occasionally to give a message, for from about twelve in the morning to midnight the American Bar is as busy as a beehive, and each edition of the evening papers...
Page 4 - Echenard does, and as to the sinfulness of Britons in this particular, I quite agreed with him. In Paris no man dreams of drinking champagne, and nothing but champagne, for dinner ; but in London the climate and the taste of the fair sex go before orthodox rules.
Page 86 - There were no plain sardines among the numerous little dishes on the table, and the ordinary tinned sardine was what her capricious ladyship wanted — and got. The creme Pink 'Un was highly approved of, and I did my best to explain at length how the combination of rice with a Bisque soup softened the asperity of the cray-fish, and that the particular colour which distinguished this soup from all others was difficult of achievement.
Page 102 - ... blackcushioned chairs and lounges, the mirrors on one side of the room and ground-glass windows on the other ; the painted garlands of flowers and fish and flesh and fowl, mellowed by age and London smoke, that fill up the vacant spaces on the wall, the ormolu clocks, the decoratively folded napkins in glasses on the mantelpieces, the hats and coats hanging in the room, the screen with many time-tables on it, the great bar window opening into the room, framing a depth of luminous shadow, all...
Page 200 - It is all in white. The two pillars in the centre of the room are white, the great dumb-waiter is white, the walls are white. There are delicately-painted panels, with gentlemen and ladies in powder and silk and brocade limned upon them ; the ceiling is the work of an artist, and there is here and there a touch of gold in the framing of a screen or the capital of a pillar.
Page 84 - London theatres, to be kind enough to come out and dine at any time and at any restaurant she chose to name. I sent my humble invitation by express early in the day, and received her answer by telegram : — " Yes. Romano's. Eight. See I have my pet table. I have been given a beautiful poodle — Dainty. Be good, and you will be happy.
Page 7 - There was a Count from a foreign Embassy talking earnestly with one of the great merchant princes. An actor-manager who is revelling in a long holiday, which he seems to spend chiefly in London, was giving a dinner to his wife and his leading actress. There was a Duchess as the guest of honour at one of the many dinner-parties, and the painter who has been called the English Meissonnier was the host at another table.
Page 85 - At luncheon time I strolled down to the restaurant, the butter -coloured front of which looks on to the Strand, and the proprietor, " the Roman," as he is called by the habitues of the establishment, being out, I took Signor Antonelli, his second in command, into my confidence, secured the table next to the door, sheltered by a glass screen from the draught, which I knew to be Miss Dainty's pet one, and proceeded to order dinner. Antonelli who has all the appearance of a very well-fed cavalry colonel,...
Page 86 - Polar bear skin in the drawing-room, had eaten up a new pair of boots from Paris, had hunted the cat all along the balcony, breaking two of the blue pots the evergreens were in, and had dragged all the feathers out of the parrot's tail. Was Sambo a good name ? Or Satan ? Or what ? Why couldn't I answer ? My humble suggestions as to a name for a poodle having been treated with scorn, Miss Dainty turned her attention to the hors-d'oeuvre.