Nouvelles des ports

aquarelle marine - marine watercolor

Rafiots et compagnies

aquarelle marine cargo au mouillage - marine watercolor cargo ship at anchor

Nouvelles des escales

aquarelle marine - marine watercolor


L'Éclaireur du dimanche 20 avril 1924


 menu de fêtes

MENU

Various appetizers
Oysters

SOUPS
Pigeon Consommé
Soup turtle

STATEMENTS
Turlot fillets with Lucullus
Salmon with anchovy cream
Beef fillets with Condamine
English-style venison leg

ENTRIES
Camauck-style pigeon nest
Braithwaite-Wilson Partridge Chops
Foie gras à la Cholmondelly-Penell
Kennedy-style duckling balls
Malvasia sorbets

ROAST
Truffled turkeys in Perigourdine
Pheasants stuffed with woodcocks à la Régence
Shell bush
Henri's liver pâtés
Mixed salad

DESERTS
Paris asparagus, Hollandaise sauce
New Parisian-style peas
Nouroles à la Montmorency
Timpani à la Charles III

ICE CREAM
Venetian pigeons
Pastry pieces on base
Dessert

WINES
Sherry- Madeira
Chateau Giscours
Chateau Yquem
Monopoly
Mouton-Rothschild
Chateau Laffitte
Chambertin
Beuvron
Champagne:
Roederer
Saint-Marceaux
Clicquot

Liqueurs

These bountiful and delicate meals inspired curious verses from Mr. Frédéric d'Hainault, of which here is an extract:

To gourmets tempted by delectable dishes,
What treasures offered in another ideal!
In golden salons stand a thousand tables
Where the whiteness of linen, the shine of crystal,
The pure scent of flowers, the shine of the dishes,
By complementing succulent meals,
Made by the art of Vatel, an immortal essence
Which the artist glimpsed, but which he did not reach.

The scent of truffle and spicy bisque,
The flesh of the ortolan of the sterlet, of the pheasant,
The flavor of venison, fragrant turkey
Unite to flatter the complacent stomach,
Then golden grapes and red peaches
Washed down by wines whose age is unknown,
Nameless desserts, unparalleled liqueurs
In a word, the nectar that only the gods have seen.

Let us close our eyes and only reopen them at the Corinthian villa, where we must return hastily. We dined at small tables of eight to ten seats, very cheerfully, as one would imagine.

The ball ends at dawn. Their majesties greeted the rising sun, prostrating themselves, and the crowd of guests retired amid the noise of the crews, galloping away with the joys of this delicious night.

The ladies had left laden with Japanese trinkets and the riders adorned with oriental decorations, distributed in profusion by sovereigns whose lavishness, from this point of view, must be so faithfully imitated by the politicians of our day.


retour-back 20 avril 1924