Danish ; and the same can be said for the cooking of
the Hotel Bristol, a red-brick building with a high
Hotel Bristol, tower up which people who wish to
Raadhusplad see the view are conveyed in a lift.
Men who know their Copenhagen have told me that
a good dinner is to be found at the Phoenix. I had been
told that I should find the national cookery in the Danish
restaurant of the Tivoli Gardens, and
that the price of it was 3 kroner. I
hunted all the Tivoli through for this particular
restaurant and did not find it. The Tivoli is a
parallel to our Earl’s Court Exhibition, and it is in
the very centre of the city. If all the buildings
between Leicester Square and St. James Square were
pulled down and a garden made with a great free
concert hall and a great free theatre and a smaller
theatre for pantomime with a tremendous peacock’s
tail as a curtain and another stage for acrobats, and if
side-shows galore and a score of cafes and restaurants
were scattered about and a lake made and a pagoda built,
then London would have something resembling the
Copenhagen Tivoli. I tried at least ten of the cafe-
restaurants in the Gardens, asking in my best Danish
if they had national cookery. All blazed with light,
in each I was bowed to a little table, and as I stood
and parleyed a menu in which most dishes were a
la was put into my hand. At last in despair I sat
down at a table in one of the big dining-rooms which
are on either side of the concert hall, a hall which is
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in close imitation of the Taj at Agra. A well-fried
flounder and some mutton and mushrooms which were
dignified with the title of a la Marengo were quite
good eating, but did not add to my knowledge of the
national cookery.
The National, almost opposite the Casino, a big
brown building in which a great gramophone supplies
music, and where cold poached eggs in cafe National,
aspic are a favourite dish, is a favourite Caf® Industrie
supping-place, and is crowded about I a.m., and the
Industrie is another cafe where the supperers sit late.
On the Sound
If beautiful scenery and plain food can make a
man contented, as they certainly should, Denmark in
summer should be a paradise of content, for no sea-
scapes could be more beautiful than those that are to
be looked at from the restaurants of the hotels at half-
a-dozen little bathing-places within easy reach of
Stockholm. The coast of Sweden lies on the other
side of the silver strait, little yachts with white sails
lie and rock by the side of the piers, and the big
ships pass continually up and down the channel.
Skodsborg is one of these delightful settlements on
the sea. Behind the Badehotel are Badehotel,
beautiful beech woods, and many Skodsborg
creepers and pollarded trees and a terraced garden
give the plain simple hotel charming surroundings.
Klampenborg, on the edge of the deer-forest about
seven miles from Copenhagen, is another of these
delightful bathing- places. The beech Badehotel,
woods are a preserve for the royal deer, Klampenborg
and at the Badehotel, with its many wooden balconies,
I found everything very clean, the food simple, and
the bill a very small one.
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Danish ; and the same can be said for the cooking of the Hotel Bristol, a red-brick building with a high Hotel Bristol, tower up which people who wish to Raadhusplad see the view are conveyed in a lift. Men who know their Copenhagen have told me that a good dinner is to be found at the Phoenix. I had been told that I should find the national cookery in the Danish restaurant of the Tivoli Gardens, and that the price of it was 3 kroner. I hunted all the Tivoli through for this particular restaurant and did not find it. The Tivoli is a parallel to our Earl’s Court Exhibition, and it is in the very centre of the city. If all the buildings between Leicester Square and St. James Square were pulled down and a garden made with a great free concert hall and a great free theatre and a smaller theatre for pantomime with a tremendous peacock’s tail as a curtain and another stage for acrobats, and if side-shows galore and a score of cafes and restaurants were scattered about and a lake made and a pagoda built, then London would have something resembling the Copenhagen Tivoli. I tried at least ten of the caferestaurants in the Gardens, asking in my best Danish if they had national cookery. All blazed with light, in each I was bowed to a little table, and as I stood and parleyed a menu in which most dishes were a la was put into my hand. At last in despair I sat down at a table in one of the big dining-rooms which are on either side of the concert hall, a hall which is
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in close imitation of the Taj at Agra. A well-fried flounder and some mutton and mushrooms which were dignified with the title of a la Marengo were quite good eating, but did not add to my knowledge of the national cookery.
The National, almost opposite the Casino, a big brown building in which a great gramophone supplies music, and where cold poached eggs in cafe National, aspic are a favourite dish, is a favourite Caf® Industrie supping-place, and is crowded about I a.m., and the Industrie is another cafe where the supperers sit late.
On the Sound
If beautiful scenery and plain food can make a man contented, as they certainly should, Denmark in summer should be a paradise of content, for no seascapes could be more beautiful than those that are to be looked at from the restaurants of the hotels at halfa-dozen little bathing-places within easy reach of Stockholm. The coast of Sweden lies on the other side of the silver strait, little yachts with white sails lie and rock by the side of the piers, and the big ships pass continually up and down the channel. Skodsborg is one of these delightful settlements on the sea. Behind the Badehotel are Badehotel, beautiful beech woods, and many Skodsborg creepers and pollarded trees and a terraced garden give the plain simple hotel charming surroundings.
Klampenborg, on the edge of the deer-forest about seven miles from Copenhagen, is another of these delightful bathing- places. The beech Badehotel, woods are a preserve for the royal deer, Klampenborg and at the Badehotel, with its many wooden balconies, I found everything very clean, the food simple, and the bill a very small one.
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