"Omelette a la Creole."
"Good heavens!" I thought. "Do they slice Creoles and serve them as omelettes?"
I wasn't very anxious to find out.
The next was:
"Rice soup a la Bellevue."
"Holy smoke, I have the rum habit so bad, I imagine I see Bellevue everywhere I go. I wonder what would happen if I were to take that?"
I got nervous and prepared to leave.
The last thing I saw on the calender was
"Croquettes a la D'Esprit."
"That's it exactly," I thought, "they get so desperate in these places that they hash up all the leavings and call them by their right name."