Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1890-07-05
A RED HOT DRINK.
The Rounder Now Takes Worchester-
shire Cocktail.

FROM the New 1oIh Stdl'
Did you ever hear Of a dorchester
shire sauce cocktail? Probably not.
Yet they are drunk by certain persons
whose stomachs require a strong decoc-
ton to tone them up. | ate breakfast
IN certain popular restaurant yester-
dav, and could find no Worcestershire
on my table with which to flavor my
steak. When the head waiter brought
the bottle to me he smiled and re-
marked: eve can't afford to keep
Worcestershire on the tables any
longer, sir; too many people drink 1T
up"
Drink it up? You don't mean to
say that anyone drinks Worcester
shire as beverage. ! should think it
would burn the roof out of his mouth"
at probably would out of an ordinary
MANS" said the head waiter; but for
an old rounder Worcestershire sauce is
the best bracer in the world. 1t
straightens him up when whisky and
gin cocktails and even absinthe have
lost their grip. Before we hid our
Worcestershire bottles away, | have
seen them come in, sit down at the Ia
bles, give their order for breakfast, and
then as soon as the walters back was
turned, empty their glass of water,
seize the Worcestershire bottle, fill
down it at a gulp. The effect is quick
and wonderful Men who come in all
played out, shaky and dilapidated, will
strengthen up and be as hungry as a
tramp by the time breakfast is brought.
Oh, there is nothing like Worcester
shire cocktail. The old FOUNDERS would
tell YOU so if they would tell the truth.
But they won't. They are ashamed of it,
and conceal their craving. | don't be-
lieve you could get one of the Worces-
tershire tiends to own up to it.
Did you ever know anybody to ask
for drink of Worcestershire? :"
''Never but once. He is an old Gus
toner and gives me good tips, so | will
He used to look around Wlstfully after
the bottles disappeared from our tables,
and when he couldn't find them he
would order absinthe. But that didn't
hit the right spot, like Worcestershire.
Presently / detected him drinking the
tomato catsup. | said nothing, but the
catsup bottles were ia ken Oft. The
next morning he came into breakfast
as usual, and | saw him look for the to-
mato catsup He couldn't find it, of
course | said to myself, What will
you do now, old man !? he was eN!-
IDENTITY disturbed. But he ordered his
breakfast, and began inspecting the
cruets in the stand on the table. All at
once a bright idea struck him. He took
out the cayenne-pepper cruet, Literally
sprinkled the water in his goblet, and
drank it down. | could stand it no
longer. Walking up to him, | said:
Mr.. -, would you like some Wor-
cestershire" He flushed up, for he
saw that knew his secret-no secret,
though, for he is only one of a dozen
snch that frequent this restaurant.
Yes he replied, I would. Nothing
picks me up like Worcestershire. |
tell you what I'll do. Sell me bottle
and keep it for me, and when | come in
to get my breakfast pour me out a
small glass ful on the quiet. Say moth
ing to anybody, and l will see that you
will lose nothing | did so, and now
he gets his Worcestershire cocktail ev-
cry morning, and eats his breakfast like
a little man.