As it Ought to be.
Is this spacious airy hall, with a fountain playing in the middle of shrubs, and abundant light coming in through painted windows, really the "Apple-pie Restaurant" in its new form?
And this neat-handed Phyllis, who respectfully awaits my orders as soon as I have taken my very comfortable seat, can she be the substitute for the over-worked and distracted City waiter of the past?
I see that especial care is taken to prevent the room being filled with more lunchers than it can hold with comfort to each individual customer, by an apparatus which automatically closes the door when every seat is full.
What! No shooting down of one's plate before one as if fired from a catapult, and no tedious waiting for dishes never ordered! This is a Luncher's Paradise.
It seems possible that I may now escape the dyspepsia which, in the old days, was the unfailing legacy of lunch.
"Toujours 'Gay.'"—On an exit of Mrs. Langtry, as Esther Sandraz, at the St. James's Theatre:—
"Adieu! she cried, and wav'd her Lily hand."
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