caserole

Updated: May 2, 2025

The best I can do, though, is to steer him into a flossy Broadway grill, shove him the wine-card with the menu, and tell him to go the limit. He orders a pot of tea and a combination chop. "Oh, say, have another guess," says I. "What's the matter with that squab caserole and something in a silver ice-bucket?" "Thank you, no," says he. "I er my nerves, you know."

Sewell Ford - Wilt Thou Torchy