remois

Updated: May 4, 2025

"Where have you been, M. Le Rémois?" asked a charming woman. "To church, Madame." "Did you say your prayers?" "Yes, Madame," answered this good boni-face, with a twinkle. "What did you pray for?" "I said 'Oh, Lord! do not make me rich, but place me next to the rich'" and he kept on his way rubbing his hands and chuckling. And yet I must say it is worth the price.

Francis Hopkinson Smith - The Parthenon By Way Of Papendrecht

You never saw anything like it, and you never will again. I hold no brief for my old friend Le Remois, the proprietor, but the coffee is not the only thing over which grateful men chant hymns. There is a kitchen, resplendent in polished brass, with three French chefs in attendance, and a two-century-old spit for roasting.

Francis Hopkinson Smith - The Parthenon By Way Of Papendrecht