The Gourmet's Guide to LondonNewnham-Davis, Lieut.-Col. (Nathaniel)
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The Gourmet's Guide to London
Newnham-Davis, Lieut.-Col. (Nathaniel)
Restaurants -- England -- London -- Guidebooks
In the big hall, with its dark-coloured marbles and handsome fireplace,
I found the young couple waiting for me. They were before their time
and were in holiday spirits, which reassured me, for no laughing girl
is likely to slip suddenly into day dreams. After I had given my hat
and coat to the dark-complexioned servitor in blue and gold Oriental
dress, who looks like a very good-natured Othello, we waited for a
while in the big cream and green drawing-room--a room so fresh in
colour that it does not suggest an environment of London atmosphere,
though it looks out on to Knightsbridge. At the quarter past eight we
went into the big dining-room, and M. Binder, the _maître d'hôtel_,
showed us to the table in a corner by a window which had been set for
us.
The Hyde Park Hotel dining-room is an exceedingly handsome hall of
mahogany, with panels of gold and deep crimson brocade; its pillars
are of deep red wood with gilt Corinthian capitals; a band plays in a
gallery above the crystal service doors and the colours of the panels
are echoed in carpet and curtains and upholstery. In its comfortable
colouring the Hyde Park Hotel dining-room reminds me very much of
what the Savoy dining-room used to be before its beautiful mahogany
panelling was taken down and the colour of the walls and ceiling
changed to cream.
I soon found that I was not either to be silent or to have the
conversation all to myself, for the young people laughed and chatted
away, and I found myself comparing descriptions of the Curragh as it
was in the seventies, when we used to lie in bed in the huts and watch
the marking at the butts through the cracks in the walls, with the
Curragh of to-day when the last of the Crimean wooden huts are about to
disappear. The reading of the menu, however, was gone through with due
solemnity, and the young lady knew that an important moment in her life
was about to approach, for she was going to taste caviare for the first
time. This was the menu of our dinner:
Caviar Blinis.
Crème d'Asperges.
Sole à la H.P.H.
Selle d'Agneau de lait poëlée.
Haricots verts aux fines herbes.
Bécassines Chasseur.
Salade.
Pêches Petit Duc.
Comtesse Marie.
Friandises.
Dessert.
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