The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-04-18

every man you see there has the rib
bon of the Legion of Honor.
There is no music and every one sits
on soft cushioned seats around the
walls. The atmosphere of the place is
very quiet and dignified and every
one pays serious attention to the bust
ness ON hand-eating. The cuisine is
wonderful and is famous all over Eu-
rope. That lobster Wow. How
gorged.
BE sure to have filet of sole au petit
due when you go TO the cafe Armenon-
vile. That's masterpiece of art You
forget all the people and the music
when il is put in front of you
You take your coffee out in the gar
den, where the sound of the laughter
and music from within easily reaches
you. good many Parisians come out
TO the garden to have a glass of beer
in the summer and see the crowd.
Near US sat a group of three-palp-
ably father, mother and a daughter
about seventeen. The woman was COM
monplace and stOlid, but the man had
wonderfully keen face and in spite of
his shabby clothes had evidently seen
better days At one time he had been
one of the passing show and not an on
locker.
He gazed moodily on the world that
he had dropped out of and the girl
watched with the weirdest expression
of longing | had ever seen. Her face
was so strange il made your heart
ache and when her father patted her
hand with an attempt at a smile it
took away all the pleasure Of the fiIet
or sole FOR me and we left. | wish /
could have painted that group. As Kip
ing would say, There was a story
there, but it was hidden
After the filet of sole au petit due
You VIII want to compare il with the
filet of sole a la Marquery Baedeker,
the infallibfe. dismissed Marduery's on
the Boulevard Bonnie Nouvelle with the
scant notice of 'Patronized largely by
merchants Well. if so 1 approve the
Partisan merchants taste.
After You have sopped every bit of
that sauce with piece of bread you II
wish your office was next door. Some
day I'm going to sit with two portions
each of both the sole au petit due and
the sole la MarqUery and by alter
nate mouthfulS try TO decide which is
best-1'il be in an ecstacy of art
lie Doyen's has great clientele of
South Americans. It's a private resort
of those South American statesmen
VINO go to Paris and live happy ever
after upon the supply of loose change
prled from their COuntry's treasury.
1t isn't as gay as Armenonville, but has
distinct atmosphere of its own |
SormandiZed there openly glory i'm
it, The artichokes, and the peche
flambee cooked in kirschwasser for
dessert.
"Of course there are dozens of IA
nous chefs in Paris After you've been
at one of the ultra fashionable restau-
rants they are all alike-more attention
paid TO the gowns. music and wine
than the menu. And l loved TO dine
for forty cents at a little cafe on the
boulevard Saint German where Thack-
cray used to go and order the bouille
a baisse that he wrote about so low
InSly. And for dessert you had little
wild strawberries with a thick layer
Of soft cream cheese over them. Good ?
Try ii once.
If you go to Fontainbleau be sure
to dine at the little Cafe Moret and ask
for crevisses d la Bordelaise. You
dine in garden surrounded by long
tables filled with the family parties.
You'll see couple of soldier sons with
enormous baggy red trousers off on
leave for the day greet the father with
a solemn kiss on each cheek
4 could have gone on Indefinitely
cracking these miniature Holsters. You
capacity was as unlimited about the
crevlsses. / like to think of that even
ing, of the stars and the cool garden.
and the jovial family parties roaring
ever their family jokes, and the friend
iy smiles and glances they gave you.
and how they'd laugh when some one
sucked up the sauce from the fingers
awkwardly or nOisily. You realized that
We're all one big family after all.
But don't be like one American from
the west l met who clapped me on the
back and said:
Say | amt had a good American
meal since / left home. eat what they
give me, but, hell. / don't know what
I've eat after I've eat it,
TOf course, | walked miles through
art galleries, saw at least a million
churches and ruins and monuments
and all that sort of thing, but one old
French friend of mine was about right
when he said:
My friend. / am an old man and
know most of the pleasures of life. Be
lieve me when | tell you that the de-
light one takes in paintings. i'm scuIp-
ture. in the drama, books and any de-
light of intellect is not 20 be compared
To the delight of eating creVisSeS a Ia
Bordelaise opposite a pretty woman at
dinner and watching her sip the sauce
from her fingers. So. SOL -