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Updated: July 5, 2025
My five senses were overstrained and sensitive beyond the normal. I began to see what I had not seen before. "Oysters . . ." I made out on the placard. A strange word! I had lived in the world eight years and three months, but had never come across that word. What did it mean? Surely it was not the name of the restaurant-keeper?
Chester found for us last night? such an evening he gave us! Mr. Chester, who is Madame Loisel you should have seen her, Judge Tiffany you'd never dine at home again. When these young charms fade, I'm going to marry a French restaurant-keeper and play hostess to the multitude and be just plump and precious like her. How can you ever get past the counter with her behind it, Mr. Chester?"
He Remembered A restaurant-keeper hung out this sign: "Coffee: Such as Mother Used to Make." A customer asked, pointing to the sign: "Is your coffee really such as mother used to make?" "It is," replied the proprietor. "Then," said the man with a reminiscent look, "give me a cup of tea." Wasn't Delicate at All
I'm going to see an old servant of mine Painter's his name. He married my poor wife's French maid, and set up as a restaurant-keeper in the Palais-Royal. I always look him up when I come to Paris." "I'm your man," answered Deane, and they set out for Mr. Painter's establishment.
In about twenty minutes we passed by the restaurant and saw him sitting at a table facing the door eating with as much energy and vigor as a harvest hand. We turned back, and dropping in, explained the facts to the restaurant-keeper, who informed us that he had ordered twenty-five cents' worth. He soon finished the meal and came to the cashier to settle.
Some were seizing bottles, others meat, some bread, some cigars. Half-dazed but furious, the restaurant-keeper defends his shop at the point of a spit. Crowded by their comrades, who come up in gangs, the front row of militia throw themselves onto the counter, which gives way, carrying in its wake the owner of the buffet and his waiters.
The only meat we could find was pork, that shibboleth between Mohammedanism and Confucianism. The Dungan restaurant-keeper would not cook it, and only after much persuasion consented to have it prepared outside and brought back to be eaten beneath his roof. With better water and more substantial food we began, from this time on, to recuperate.
"A wonderful place, Paris, when all's said and done!" murmured the Irishman, drawing in a long, luxurious breath of smoke. "How an English restaurant-keeper would stare you out of countenance if you demanded a modest cup of coffee when he had luncheon for you to eat! But here, bless you, they acknowledge the rights of man.
Hopelessly, and for the twentieth time, he searched in all his pockets for the missing purse. It was not there. His hand lingered in his empty hip-pocket, and he woefully regarded the voluble and vociferous restaurant-keeper, who insanely clamored: "Twenty-five sen! You pay now! Twenty-five sen!" "But my purse!" the boy said. "I tell you I've lost it somewhere."
"I shall pay it to you when work begins." "No, sirrah. I want it at once." An ugly scene followed. He seized me by my coat lapels and threatened to have me arrested. Finally the restaurant-keeper and Gussie, the homely finisher girl whom we all respected, made peace between us, and things were arranged more or less amicably
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