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
Then, while the little waitress had gone to get me the first instalment
of the unknown, I looked down the menu and made up my mind which of the
two soups, the two entrées, the two sweets and two savouries I would
order when the waitress came back again, and then turned my attention
to the room and the people at the tables. There is a suggestion of a
gymnasium about the restaurant, for it is a high room with a broad
gallery running round it about half-way up its height, and it is
lighted by a great space of skylight. All the boarding, and there
is a good deal of it, is painted dark green, and on the walls is a
dark green and white paper. A tea-stall, green and white, and a long
buffet of green wood, with pots of flowers on it, are at one end of the
restaurant; the floor is covered with oilcloth, with strips of crimson
cocoa-nut matting laid over it, and there are flowers in vases on the
little white-clothed tables which occupy all the floor space below and
in the gallery. There is a sense of airiness and spotless cleanliness
about the place. Big notices draw attention to the Normal Physical
School and other of the Eustace Miles activities, and a request to
gentlemen not to smoke till after six P.M. was just above my head.
The people at the tables were just like the people one sees at any
other restaurant where the prices are not high--ladies who might be
stenographers, or country cousins up for a day's shopping, young
men who, I daresay, are bank clerks--a good, level, healthy-looking
gathering. A man with clear blue eyes and a close-clipped white
beard sat down in the seat opposite to mine, and ordered something
without looking at the menu; a youngster in golfing kit took the other
unoccupied place at the table, and a wrinkle came across his forehead
as he plunged mentally into the intricacies of the _à la carte_ sheet,
until the waitress helped him by pointing with her pencil to some dish
printed in red ink, and he joyfully assented to her suggestion. A young
man brought in a bull-dog on a leash, and the dog was petted on his
progress up the floor by all the little waitresses.
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