The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1920-11-28
By SAMUEL MCCOY.


he be an old inhabitant or the newly
arrived boy from the small town,
asks of the most beautiful woman in the
world is
A bite to eat.
He may be a Colossus of Wall Street in
the dizzy midst of some giant project in
volving billions, but still he must have his
corner table. He may be a green youth.
seeing the magic towers of the city for the
first time, open mouthed with awe, and YET
he must MUNICH his sandwich before he
plunges deeper into the enchanted metropo-
lis And whoever he Is, New York sees to 1t
that he gets 1t.
Places in Manhattan where We have
eaten How many, how various; what
memories they evoke We put it squarely
up to anybody who has ever been in the
town for as much one day-isnt your
memory Of New York woven inseparably
with the thought of the meals you ate there?
Gross it may be. and yet it's true; and glory
it's, tits true. Not her broad avenues. not
Der glittering gates. nor yet her galleries OF
art; but her myriad eating places. where
long and Justify we ate-here is the tale
here all the glory is.
Bear witness If it be not true that nothing
is accomplished in New York without eat
ing; joyous rites that endure from dewy
morn to eve, and from eve to morn again;
on OCCASION and with no occasion whatever;
a jovial orgy of gorging. without beginning
and without end.
Haze you ever eaten broiled scdllops and
bacon at Joe's restaurant. on Brooklyn
Heiohts at 3 in the morning?
There used to be a little restaurant years
ago on the south side of Washington Square.
There's nothing but bizarre bazaar
there now.
CHANT ROYAL OF ONE DIETING.
How hard it is to nibble at dry toast
! have no wish to grumble at my lot
And yet l think 1t crueler than most
Prunes are a wretched dish. though smoking
Now that look back it. it may be
IT was wrong to mix ice cream with fricassee :;
I wonder if l dare eat chops tonight?
Doc said they'd kill me- well. perhaps he's
right
But. still. plate of ham would be treat
Studded with cloves. il makes, pleasing
| cannot get quite all I'd like to eat
I dreamed a lovely thing yester'en AS host,
had three friends of mine, each one Sot :
We sat around dripping, cracking roast.
And filled our plates by nickels in slot
Cream puffs ans pickles followed, daintily--
Three pounds, no more, lest they should dis
agree;
Pork tenderoin. with apple sauce bedight.
Came next then branded mnce pie. blazing
bright
Then, to begin anew with soup seemed neat,
And this we did. (Some said that we were
tight)
cannot get quite all I'd like to eat
My appetite can hardly be engrossed
BY lettuce when dressing it has got
There is no thrill in weak tea, overdosed;
And breakfast without eggs is but a blot;
There's something wrong with this refectory-
They wait on every one, except on me
wonder II would seem impolite
If should flch that lady's food by sleight y
Within my stomach sings a bird "Tweet.
tweet !,
feed it birdseed simply out of spite
/ cannot get quite all I'd like to eat
VIII send some lamb chops Or an
apricot,
Preserved in syrup, sweetly down would coast.
To rob grocery is what plot.
(You must excuse my sudden loud 'Tee-hee -
] just recalled certain meal at sea-
As the rich feast was at its very height
But why recall things that have taken hght?)
Food" is word that find obsolete,
And yet would revive it.. IL might
cannot get quite all I'd like to eat!
know IL is sin to brag and boast.
But deep within keep tender spot
For that long-vanshed evening. now ghost,
When nineteen frankfurters were but a jot
(why do ! quantity brood. so constantly.
On ways to rob some French rotissere?