Amuse Bouche
Our table companions were other editors and writers for the
Telegram, men I saw all day and felt no desire to speak to. Like good
newsmen everywhere, they knew what was important and homed in on their dinners.
On the menu there would have been fresh oysters, inevitably, all of New York
was crazy about oysters, they were served in hotels, in "oyster
bars", in saloons, they were sold from pushcarts in the
street......wonderful fresh oysters in abundance, cold, whole, alive, and
dipped in a sharp red sauce. If we were a nation, they were our national
dish.........And rack of lamb that you rely on not to be served, as you
understand the term, but, more nearly thrown. The odor of the unwashed
sommelier tinctured the bouquet of the wine he poured. But no matter. The
newsmen were an island of quiet absorption in the roar.
From The Waterworks by EL Doctorow.
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