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te_ dinner and
lunch are served. The annexed menu shows what the daily lunch is like:--
Potage Tortue a l'Americaine.
Turbot Garni. Sauce Crevettes.
Filets de Boeuf a la Vatel.
Bellevue de Perdreaux a l'Ecarlate.
Dindonneaux rotis au Cresson.
Salade Russe.
Glace Conde.
Dessert.
VINS.
Jerez.
Bordeaux.
Champagne Frappe.
Cafe and Liqueurs.
The Cafe de Fornos is also well spoken of by all who have experimented.
The restaurant at the Fornos is in the cafe on the ground floor. On the
first floor are the private rooms. There are several of the restaurants
with _cabinets particuliers_ where little suppers are given after the
theatre, the Fornos being one; but the Madrilese dandy, wishing to sup
_a deux_, generally chooses the Cafe Ingles, as the private rooms are
very well decorated. The Perla is also well spoken of. All these
restaurants profess the French cuisine, and at Lhardy's as good a dinner
is obtainable as at the best restaurants of Barcelona.
Seville
At Seville you dine and breakfast at your hotel, whether it be the
Madrid or the Paris, both very good hotels for Spain. There is a
_table-d'hote_ dinner at each after the style of the meal of which I
have given a menu under the heading of Madrid. At both hotels an extra
charge is made to those aristocrats who will not sit at the long table
which runs down the centre of the highly ornamented dining-room and are
accommodated at little tables at the sides of the room. The great
_patio_ of the Madrid, with its palm grove and creepers, is a delightful
place to sit in after dinner.
The dinner-hour at Seville is seven o'clock. There is a Restaurant Suizo
in the Calle de las Sierpes, and a little restaurant, the Eritana, with
a pleasant garden, is to be found near the turning point of the drive
that the beauty and fashion of Seville take on fine afternoons down the
Paseo de las Delicias by the river. If you are tempted to try the
Manzanilla wine with its proper accompaniment of snails or
_langostinos_, visit the Taberna, opposite the Madrid Hotel; and if you
are a bachelor, do not mind an atmosphere of smoke, can make yourself
understood in Spanish, and like local colour, take your _cafe au lait_
of an evening in the Cafe Cantante of the Calle Sterpes. You will
recognise the house by the little dancin
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