Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 19th century; London (England) -- Description and travel
The room of the fourpence-halfpenny banquet had, like the lower room, a
counter in it, on which were ranged a great number of cold portions ready
for distribution. Behind this counter, the fragrant soup was steaming in
deep cans, and the best-cooked of potatoes were fished out of similar
receptacles. Nothing to eat was touched with his hand. Every waitress
had her own tables to attend to. As soon as she saw a new customer seat
himself at one of her tables, she took from the counter all his
dinner—his soup, potatoes, meat, and pudding—piled it up dexterously in
her two hands, set it before him, and took his ticket. This serving of
the whole dinner at once, had been found greatly to simplify the business
of attendance, and was also popular with the customers: who were thus
enabled to vary the meal by varying the routine of dishes: beginning with
soup-to-day, putting soup in the middle to-morrow, putting soup at the
end the day after to-morrow, and ringing similar changes on meat and
pudding. The rapidity with which every new-comer got served, was
remarkable; and the dexterity with which the waitresses (quite new to the
art a month before) discharged their duty, was as agreeable to see, as
the neat smartness with which they wore their dress and had dressed their
hair.
If I seldom saw better waiting, so I certainly never ate better meat,
potatoes, or pudding. And the soup was an honest and stout soup, with
rice and barley in it, and ‘little matters for the teeth to touch,’ as
had been observed to me by my friend below stairs already quoted. The
dinner-service, too, was neither conspicuously hideous for High Art nor
for Low Art, but was of a pleasant and pure appearance. Concerning the
viands and their cookery, one last remark. I dined at my club in
Pall-Mall aforesaid, a few days afterwards, for exactly twelve times the
money, and not half as well.
The company thickened after one o’clock struck, and changed pretty
quickly. Although experience of the place had been so recently
attainable, and although there was still considerable curiosity out in
the street and about the entrance, the general tone was as good as could
be, and the customers fell easily into the ways of the place. It was
clear to me, however, that they were there to have what they paid for,
and to be on an independent footing. To the best of my judgment, they
might be patronised out of the building in a month. With judicious
visiting, and by dint of being questioned, read to, and talked at, they
might even be got rid of (for the next quarter of a century) in half the
time.
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