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Europe Revised

Chapter 9 The Deadly Poulet Routine

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vineyard and inkworks, the barmaid of Britain. From what you have heard on this subject you confide

the belting had just taken place and the earl was still groggy from the effects of it. Also, she has the notion of personal adornment that is common in more than one social stratum of women in England. If she has a larg

sell all the English drinks and are just out of all the American ones. If you ask for a Bronx the barmaid tells you they do not carry seafood in stock and advises you to apply at the fishmongers'-second turning to the right, sir, and then over the way, sir-just before you come to the bottom of the road,

alls and then burst through in unexpected places, and the smoke sucks up the airshaft and mushrooms on your top floor; then the deadly back draft comes and the fatal firedamp, and when the firemen arrive you are a ruined tenement. Except the German, the French, the Belgian, the Austr

bar. If for purposes of experiment and research you feel that you must take one, order with it, instead of the customary olive or cherry, a nice boiled vege

was good enough for his fathers is good enough for him-in some cases almost too good. Monotony

urant on the Strand where the roast beef is just a little bit superior to any other roast beef on earth. English mutton is incomparable, too,

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became morose and heavy of spirit, and the custard is a soft-boiled egg which started out in life to be a s

n containing steak, kidney, mushroom, oyster, lark-and sometimes W and Y. Doctor Johnson is said to have been very fond of it; this, if true, accounts for the doctor's disposition. A helping of it weighs two pounds before you eat it and ten pounds a

a slow and painful manner, so that the onion and the kidney may swap perfumes and flavors. These people do not use this combination for a weapon or for a disinfectant, or for anything else for which it is naturally purposed; they actually go so far as to eat it. You pass a cabmen's lunchro

but it is not to be compared with an East End meatshop, where there are skinned sheep faces on slabs, and various vital organs of various animals disposed about in clumps and clusters. I was reminded of one of those Fourteenth Street museums of anatomy-tickets

a regular breakfast is, or should be. Moreover, it is now possible in certain London hotels for an American to get hot bread and ice-water at breakfast, though th

h fulfill no earthly purpose except to keep getting in the way. The English breakfast bacon, however, is a most worthy article, and the broiled kipper is juicy and plump, and does not resemble a dried autumn leaf, as our kipper often does. And the fried sole, on which the Englishman banks his breakf

te for berries. Happily, though, we came in good season for the green filbert, which is gathered in the fall of the year, being known then as the Kentish cobnut. The Kentish cob

but after that first hour the German leaves him, hopelessly distanced, far in the rear. It is due to his talents in this respect that the average Berliner has a double chin running all the way round, and four rolls of fat on the back of h

e for dinner. This, though, is but a snack-say, a school of Bismarck herring and a kraut pie, some more coffee and more cake, and one thing and another-merely a preliminary to the real food, which will be coming along a little later on. Between acts at the theater he excuses himself and goes out and prepares his stomach for supper, which will follow at eleven, by drinking two or th

mplete enjoyment of this dish is that the grasping and avaricious German restaurant keeper has the confounded nerve to charge you, in our money,

the late Doctor Tanner would have been a distinct disappointment in an ambassadorial capacity; but there was a man who used to live in my congressional district who could qualify in a holy minute if he were still alive. He was one of Nature's noblem

y rode on the steam merry-go-round. At the end of the first quarter of an hour he fainted and fell off a spotted wooden horse and never spoke again, but passed away soon after being removed to his home in an unconscious condition. I have forgotten what the verdict of the coroner's jury was-the atten

ut Vienna there was a noticeable suggestion-a perceptible trace-of the Teutonic; and this applies to the Austrian food in the main. I remember a kind of Wiener-sch

now something of a land of real food and much food, and plenty of it and plenty of variety to it, I would that I might bring

owing public baths. I would include in my party a few delegates from England, where every day is All Soles' Day; and a few sausage-surfeited Teutons; an

the Boston scrod of the Massachusetts coast; and that noblest of all pan fish-the fried crappie of Southern Indiana. To these and to many another delec

the shores of Long Island for a kind of soft clam which first is steamed and then is esteemed. At Portsmouth, New Hampshire

the proper consumption of it, namely-discarding knife and fork, to raise a crusty, dripping wedge of blueberry pie in your hand to your mouth, and to take a first bite, which in

eorgia they should have 'possum baked with sweet potatoes; and in Tidewater Maryland, terrapin and canvasback; and in Illinois, young gray squirrels on toast; and in South Carolina, boiled rice with black

oobers hot from the parching box; and scrapple, and yams roasted in hot wood-ashes; and hotbiscuit and waffles and Parker house rolls-an

cream and made according to a recipe older than the Revolution. If I had my way about it no living creature should

days with a clear blue flame, and many valuable packing-house by-products could be gleaned from his ruins. It would bind us all, foreigner and

and appoint me conduc

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“Dodo Collections brings you another classic from Irvin Shrewsbury Cobb, 'Europe Revised.' Mr. Cobb's commentary on traveling in Europe as an American around the turn of the previous century gives an interesting sense of the era, and is always at least mildly amusing. But the real joy of this book is that Cobb is forever side-swiping you with startlingly funny, burst-out-laughing descriptions and observations. This book is amazingly valuable for a very simple reason. It was written and published almost immediately prior to the outbreak of the first world war, and details a Europe that just a few months later would no longer exist. Cobb is remembered best for his humorous stories of Kentucky and is part of the American literary regionalism school. These stories were collected first in the book Old Judge Priest (1915), whose title character was based on a prominent West Kentucky judge named William Pitman Bishop. Writer Joel Harris wrote of these tales, "Cobb created a South peopled with honorable citizens, charming eccentrics, and loyal, subservient blacks, but at their best the Judge Priest stories are dramatic and compelling, using a wealth of precisely rendered detail to evoke a powerful mood."Among his other books are the humorous Speaking of Operations (1916), and anti-prohibition ode to bourbon, Red Likker (1929).”
1 Chapter 1 We Are Going Away From Here2 Chapter 2 My Bonny Lies over the Ocean-Lies and Lies and Lies3 Chapter 3 Bathing Oneself on the Other Side4 Chapter 4 Jacques, the Forsaken5 Chapter 5 When the Seven A.M. Tut-tut leaves for Anywhere6 Chapter 6 La Belle France Being the First Stop7 Chapter 7 Thence On and On to Verbotenland8 Chapter 8 A Tale of a String-bean9 Chapter 9 The Deadly Poulet Routine10 Chapter 10 Modes of the Moment; a Fashion Article11 Chapter 11 Dressed to Kill12 Chapter 12 Night Life-with the Life Part Missing13 Chapter 13 Our Friend, the Assassin14 Chapter 14 That Gay Paresis15 Chapter 15 Symptoms of the Disease16 Chapter 16 As Done in London17 Chapter 17 Britain in Twenty Minutes18 Chapter 18 Guyed or Guided 19 Chapter 19 Venice and the Venisons20 Chapter 20 The Combustible Captain of Vienna21 Chapter 21 Old Masters and Other Ruins22 Chapter 22 Still More Ruins, Mostly Italian Ones23 Chapter 23 Muckraking in Old Pompeii24 Chapter 24 Mine Own People25 Chapter 25 Be it Ever so Humble