The Hartford republican. (Hartford, Ky.) 18??-1926, 1914-07-24
ate AND WAS SAD
Yet It Was a Dish For Which He
Had yearned For Years.
A TRAGEDY IN GAsTRoNoMY.
eoviIIsbsisss 80 Sung by rhsekeray
and 80 Served In q Famous Mar.
settles Resort Proved Very Different
Propositions to ar English Ep,eurs.

ana 40 served IN Famous Mar
settles Resort Proved Very DiHeren,
Propositions to an English Ep,evrs
We all know that famous poem OF
Thackeray's which begins.
A street there is IN PARIS famous
For which no rinIe our language yields
and goes on to tell OF the tavern where
the genial Titna-sh in the days when
he was Paris CORRESPONDENT ate and
drank the bouillabaiSse "
As result OF that delightful poem
tens OF thousands Uf Englishmen have
yearned to eat bouillabaisse Thacke.
ray puts 1t so beautifully: The steam.
ing dish Of stewed fish that he con
lures up in his lines-hOw appptizing IL
seems! ] know that II was quite early
poem. and from that moment ther.
was formed In my mind firm resolve
to eat some day OF bouilla baisse.
My opportunity came not long ago
when ] visited Marseilles. IL WIS
nearly half past 9 when | sat down In
TIC uluilb EOOtb VI tut ubtti
There Is no bouilabaisse on the
menu" ] said severely to the maitre
d'hotel. 81 have come to Marspilles
specially to eat It." He replied tina; II
was not a speciality or the house. but
that 1t could always he prepared How
long would II take? Twenty-Five min.
utes. perhaps little longer. But
think monsieur would tind II rather
heavy at such late hour"
He was not encoura ging. this maitre
d'hotei. ! did not accept for a moment
his suggestion that bouilla baisse was
too heavy dish FOR half past q ut
night Thnckeray had not talked abont
heaviness. But twenty five minutes.
1 ordered an omelet
At midnight. walking down the IA
nous Cannebiere. back to the hotel.
was hailed by a familiar voice Ii was
that Of a friend whom | had not seen
for long time. Gratefully ! grasped
his hand and told him that I intended
to eat bouillabaisse as soon as possible
And my respect for him was consider.
ably enhanced when he told me that he
bad eaten some that very afternoon.
an hour after his arrival In Mar
settles. Here was the true spirit. and
related to him. with some bitterness.
my experience with the maitre dhotel
well. 1t is rather heavy STUFF" he
said. But ] brushed this aside. and we
arranged To meet at lunch on the NOR.
row. when should have the best thar
could give me.
There are. as everybody knows. two
places at Marseilles for bouillabaisS..-
IascaPs and Rasso's. ON the vieux
Port We decided ON Basso's.
'Bouillaba isSe." ! said iacOnicaIly. !
paid no attention TO what my friend
No other dish Interested me.
But In a minute or so curious look.
ne mess was set down before him.
What's that stun you're going to
.at!" I asked.
That's bouillabaisse." he said. but
is not mine"
l started. This bouillabaisse this Gu.
ions looking stuff. with indigestible
boxing Jumps Of fish boating In a bill.
Gus and oily saffron liquid. know
lot what had expected ouillabaisse
o be. but II certainly was not this. |
There was a piece Of Hsh which I rec-
gnized as eel. and ioathe eels. The
road tail Of another and unknown |
sh stuck up out Of the Opaque liquid.
'nt II was the yellow liquid itself
which repealed. II shouted biliousness,
nd the smell Of saffron that arose with
he steam made me feel ILL Oh. Thack.
ray.
! pecked at the eel-or It may have
cen a Iamprey -explored the various
Their Dish. tasted gingerly Of the thick
affron liquid on one Of the pieces Of
past that hoated 10 IT, But mine was
o palate for bOuillabaisse. | made
ring lamb outlets.
But had tasted Of bouillab aisse and
as not to forget it. All day long the
rrtble taste OF saffron remained with
r. Nothing would shift II; not Mar.
lilies tea. nor many golden books, nor
uHef' III INIT. Tue D'uilihihtlSSt VI !
nch spoiled the dinner. And AT mid.
ght. In Il cafe on the Cannebiere. my
lend confded secret to me. When
2 fell In with each other Just twenty.
ur hours ago" he said. ii was suf
ring Just as you are now. The hor
bic taste OF saffron had remained oh
inately with me ever since lunch and
IS not quite gone even vet Rnt vor
I'd NE you had come " Marsei!lcs " ,
I bouillabaisse. and | knew nothing
cOnld say would dissuade you. Hut
doubt the bitterness or this moment
N fade away. and as time passes you
N tell your friends in England how
cellent Is the real D0uillabaisse n
~ you have II In Marseilles."
Never! would die hrst" ! ex.
lined nrlniy. -Londou standard.