June 14, 2012

The United Typothetae of America (and Its Future)

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

They were what you might call a guild of master printers.

On September 27, 1900, they pondered their future and they et. They started off with Blue Points, a splash of sherry, something called Essence of White Sage Hen, olives, salted almonds, and celery. Then turbans of black bass, sliced cucumbers, and potatoes marquises. And/or diamondback terrapin (in case). And/or lamp chops with asparagus tips. (And Parisian potatoes!) Washed down with various 1884 Sauternes.

There was an interval of sherbet crème de menthe (to cleanse the palate?) and cigarettes, followed by roast stuffed quail (imperiale) with corn cake and guava jelly. Plus lettuce and tomato, filled with celery and mayonnaise. A gulp or so of Moët & Chandon.

Ice cream (en surprise) and assorted cakes for afters. A cheese course of Roquefort cheese and “saline wafers.” And a wee nip of Chartreuse. Topped off by café noir and cigars.

(From the wonderful NYPL Menu Collection.)

comments

  1. Sheila Ryan on June 14th, 2012 at 7:09 pm

    Ice cream and cake. Strong cheese, saltines, and a violently colored sweet-n-spicy liqueur. Black coffee and see-gars.

    Bromo-Seltzer.

  2. Michael Grant Smith on June 14th, 2012 at 8:07 pm

    I used to wear a turban of black bass but stopped because of the teasing and the cats.

  3. Sheila Ryan on June 14th, 2012 at 8:26 pm

    I used to spritz myself with Essence of White Sage Hen but also had a problem with cats.