Payette enterprise. (Payette, Canyon Co., Idaho) 1909-1935, 1915-06-17
ate AND WAS SAD
Yet 1t Was a Dish For Which He
Had Yearned For Years.
A TRAGEDY IN GASTRoNOMY.

and az Served In a Famous Mar
settles Resort Proved Very Differer
Propositions to an English Epicure
We all know that famous poem @
Thackeray's which begins,
A street there is in Paris famous
For which no rirne our language yields.
and goes on to tell Of the tavern wher
the genial Titmarsh in the days whe
be was Paris correspondent ate an,
drank the bouiilabaisse
As result OF that delightful poem
tens OF thousands Of Englishmen hav,
yearned to eat bouiIlaba Thacke
ray puts 1t SO beautifully. The steam
Ing dish of stewed fish that he con
lures up In his lines how appetlZing I
seems. know that 1t was quite earl,
IN my teens when | first read tina
poem. and from that moment ther,
was formed In my mind firm resolve
to eat some day of boIilla baisse.
Ny opportunity came not long agt
when visited MarseilIes. 1t was
nearly half past 9 when sat down In
the dining room of the hotel
There is no bouilalaisse on the
menu" said severely to tile Inaitre
d hotel II have come to AIarseilips
specially to eat It" He replied tina. II
was not speciality of the house. bur
that 1t could always he prepared. How
long would ii take? Twenty-Five min.
ntes. perhaps little longer but |
think monsieur would find It rather
heavy at such late hour"
He was not encouraging. this maitre
1'hotel. did not accept for a moment
bis suggestion that bouillabaiss was
too heavy dish for half past o at
night Thackeray had not talked about
heayiness. But twenty-five minutes.
ordered an omelet.
AT midnight, walking down the ia
nous Cannebiere, back to the hotel. !
was hailed by familiar voice 1t was
or long time. Gratefully | grasped
lis hand and told him that I intended
o eat bOuillabaisse as soon as possible
And my respect for him was consider
IDLY enhanced when he told me that he
lad eaten some that very afternoon.
IN hour after his arrival in Mar
eilles. Here was the true spirit. AMI
related to him, with some bitterness.
ny experience with the maitre d'hotel
Well, 1t is rather heavy stuff" he
aid. But brushed this aside. and we
rranged to meet nj lunch on the NOR
ow. when ] should have the hest that
could give me.
There are. as everyb body knows. two
laces at Marseiles for bouiIlabaisSe
'ascals and Basso's. on The VieuI
'ort. We decided on Basso's.
"Bouilabaisse." | said lacorically.
aid no attention to what my friend
rdered. No other dish interested ME
tut in a minute or so curious look
lg mess was set down before him
whats that stuff you're going u
atT' | asked.
That's bouillabalsse," he said. "lri
g not mine"
/ started. This bouillabaisSe. this ~
ous looking stuff. with indigeStibL-
oking Jumps of fish floating in bil
JUS and oily saffron liquid: know
OF what | had expected boulIlabaiS
, be, but it certainly was not this
here was piece of fish which ! rec
ynized as eel. and | loathe ecls. The
road tail of another and unknowa
Sd stuck up out of the opaque liquid
ut It was the yellow liquid itself
hicb repealed. IL shouted biliuuSnrsS
Id the smell of saffron that arose with
Ie steam made me feel Ill. Oh. Thark
,ay.
| pecked at the eel-or 1t may have
zen amprey-explored the various
her fish, tasted gingerly of the thick
Iffron liquid on one of the pieces of
asst that foated in II. But mine was
D palate for bouillahaisse. | made
e waiter take the mess away and |
ing lamb outlets.
But | had tasted of bOuillataiSSe AMI |
as not to forget it. All day long the |
e. Nothing would shift II; not Mar /
lilies tea, nor many golden books. nor
nner. In fact. the bouillata!Sse OF
nch spoiled the dinner. And AT mid
ght. In a cafe on the Cannebiere. my |
lend confided secret TO me. When
e fell In with each other just twenty /
ur hours ago" be said. ii was suf-
ring Just as you are now. The hor
BILE taste of saffron had remained Oh
Inately with me ever since lunch and
IS not quite gone even yet But yor
ID me you bad come to Marseillps to
I bouillabaisSe. and ! knew nothing
could say would dissuade you. But
doubt the bitterness Of this moment
m fade away. and as time passes you
m tell your friends in England bow
ceIlent is the real bouillabaisse u
ly you have II in Marseilles."
Never. would die first" e2-
Timed tirmly. - London Standard.