It is kept by two sisters who give their
personal attention to everything with
excellent results. A very quiet, little-
frequented eating-house it was, and the prices very
moderate. It has of late, however, sprung into fame,
and on days when there is racing at St. Cloud, it is
wise to retain a table there in advance by telephone.
The specialty of the restaurant is the gar bur e, the
“ Le Select ’’
Bar, Quai de
Billancourt
cParis 2 9
savoury mess of the south, but two days’ notice must
be given for the preparation of this delicacy.
Across the River
The Tour d’Argent on the Quai de la Tourelle,
nearly opposite the island on which Notre Dame
stands, has been made known to the Tour d’Argent,
world by its proprietor, Frederic Quai de la
Delair. It is a small old-fashioned Toilirelle
house, with a narrow entrance hall and a low-ceilinged
parlour. I can remember the days when its floors
were spread with sawdust, but it has outgrown that
sign of simplicity. Frederic much resembles the
pictures of Ibsen. He has a wave of hair, now
whitened and rather thinned by the years, curving back
over his head, and flowing whiskers. A chat with the
master of the restaurant is an amusing part of a lunch
or dinner. There is a famous portrait of Frederic
painted by one of his friends, an artist ; and I once
had the satisfaction of comparing the picture and the
original. Frederic’s daughter held the picture, and
he, having passed a hand over his hair and having
spread out his whiskers, stood close to the canvas,
assuming the expression which the artist had repro-
duced. Frederic’s conversation is amusing and in-
structive. He has some curious theories. He holds
that different kinds of fuel should be used for the
roasting of different kinds of meat, believing that the
spiced scents of some woods transmitted in the cook-
ing add to the pleasure of eating all kinds of game.
Frederic is not alone in holding this belief, for the
old Roman gourmets thought as he does, and spent
large sums of money on the woods for their kitchen
fires, as do also the Japanese, that very practical
and up-to-date nation believing that burning sticks
transmit their essences to that which is cooked before
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or over them. Every visitor to the Tour is given a
paper whereon are printed the “ creations faites a la
Tour d’ Argent par Frederic.” The great cook — for
Frederic goes into the kitchen to give the finishing
touches to the dishes for appreciative clients — has
named many of his inventions after well-known people
who are, or have been, good patrons to the establish-
ment. CEufs General Williams , Filet de Lievre Arnold
White , Filet de Sole Lo'ie Fuller , are three out of two-
score dishes to which celebrities have become god-
parents. A poet has sung Frederic’s praises, for the
Marquis de Lauzieres de Themines has put into
archaic rhyme a eulogy of Frederic and his works
and a description of serving Canard ci la Presse : —
“ La d’un canard, donte reste la carcasse
Dans une boite, on la broie, on la moud.
Un rude engin l’ecrase,‘la concasse.
II resulte un jus exquis au gout.”
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AI-modernized reading of the original text
It is kept by two sisters who give their personal attention to everything with excellent results. A very quiet, little frequented eating-house it was, and the prices very moderate. It has of late, however, sprung into fame, and on days when there is racing at St. Cloud, it is wise to retain a table there in advance by telephone. The specialty of the restaurant is the gar bur e, the
“ Le Select ’’ Bar, Quai de Billancourt
Paris
savoury mess of the south, but two days’ notice must be given for the preparation of this delicacy.
Across the River
The Tour d’Argent on the Quai de la Tourelle, nearly opposite the island on which Notre Dame stands, has been made known to the Tour d’Argent, world by its proprietor, Frederic Quai de la
Delair. It is a small old-fashioned Tourelle house, with a narrow entrance hall and a low-ceilinged parlour. I can remember the days when its floors were spread with sawdust, but it has outgrown that sign of simplicity. Frederic much resembles the pictures of Ibsen. He has a wave of hair, now whitened and rather thinned by the years, curving back over his head, and flowing whiskers. A chat with the master of the restaurant is an amusing part of a lunch or dinner. There is a famous portrait of Frederic painted by one of his friends, an artist ; and I once had the satisfaction of comparing the picture and the original. Frederic’s daughter held the picture, and he, having passed a hand over his hair and having spread out his whiskers, stood close to the canvas, assuming the expression which the artist had reproduced. Frederic’s conversation is amusing and instructive. He has some curious theories. He holds that different kinds of fuel should be used for the roasting of different kinds of meat, believing that the spiced scents of some woods transmitted in the cooking add to the pleasure of eating all kinds of game. Frederic is not alone in holding this belief, for the old Roman gourmets thought as he does, and spent large sums of money on the woods for their kitchen fires, as do also the Japanese, that very practical and up-to-date nation believing that burning sticks transmit their essences to that which is cooked before
30 'The Gourmet's Guide to Europe
or over them. Every visitor to the Tour is given a paper whereon are printed the “ creations faites a la Tour d’ Argent par Frederic.” The great cook — for Frederic goes into the kitchen to give the finishing touches to the dishes for appreciative clients — has named many of his inventions after well-known people who are, or have been, good patrons to the establishment. CEufs General Williams , Filet de Lievre Arnold White , Filet de Sole Loïe Fuller , are three out of twoscore dishes to which celebrities have become godparents. A poet has sung Frederic’s praises, for the Marquis de Lauzieres de Themines has put into archaic rhyme a eulogy of Frederic and his works and a description of serving Canard ci la Presse : —
“ La d’un canard, donte reste la carcasse
Dans une boite, on la broie, on la moud.
Un rude engin l’ecrase,‘la concasse.
II resulte un jus exquis au gout.”