The capitalization in the title isn't a deviation from my style book. The place is actually called The Old Fashioned. I like the classic things and how they align them... ironically, right?
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The Old Fashioned restaurant.
The capitalization in the title isn't a deviation from my style book. The place is actually called The Old Fashioned. I like the classic things and how they align them... ironically, right?
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Thanks Ann, that looks great. I'll eat at the Old Fashioned on a future trip to Madison.
Jim
Visit Hearst's castle near the Southern California coast, San Simeon, sometime. There is an amazing dining room, its beam ceiling imported and reassembled from a medieval monastery refectory or something. On the long mahogany trestle table is a bottle of ketchup and a bottle of mustard.
Wouldn't you just love a restaurant called The Highball?
How's the Old Fashioned food?
I've eaten at the Old Fashioned three times, and enjoyed it each time. I've taken my parents there, too, and they liked it. So do my kids. I generally go to dinner early -- that is, before the rush. I don't know what kind of wait you face if you arrive after 6. The food is not low-fat.
On the long mahogany trestle table is a bottle of ketchup and a bottle of mustard.
The ketchup/mustard is actually mentioned by a few café society members' memoirs -- amongst them Chips Channon, Elsa Maxwell, and Gloria Vanderbilt mére.
All of them, Americans, of course, although expat, international types.
There is no mention of foreigners mentioning that in their memoirs.
I took that to mean they thought all well-to-do Americans had the lowly ketchup/mustard duo on their manor dinner tables, rather like a high-class Schrafts.
Cheers,
Victoria
The Highball?
One of my dreams was always to open up a combo American diner/bookstore/pub.
May I steal the name, if I do, Ron?
Cheers,
Victoria
Sounds like a place in Evanston called Prairie Joe's -- heavy on atmosphere and comfort food. Yum!
Ketchup is communist (red). Mustard is Republican (unless it's applied too liberally). Isn't it nice that at least on the burghers they go well together? I mean, doesn't that just PROVE that both sides were MEANT to exist in perpetuity, and struggle against one another in taste? It's an old-fashioned and longstanding struggle between the two, and yet years and years into the future, it will remain a classic combo. What a pickle. ;)
I think it looks pretty cool.
Interesting, this article refers to the old fashioned "supper clubs".
I am somewhat into the concept of "supper clubs".
I actually was having a conversation with my mother regarding the definition of supper club during the holidays.
I don't know where the term supper club was coined, or if it is a Wisconsin thang, but I have asked friends out east and none of them have heard of the term.
Some restaurants in more rural parts of Wisconsin still refer to themselves as supper clubs.
I asked my mom to define supper club. She said she thought of it as a place to have dinner (i.e. restaurant), where they generally had dancing and a band. She told me in the summer they would have outside areas where they would dance under the stars. She told me that it would be an all night affair. She also said they it was a place where they would generally dress up and it was a very special evening.
I told her we have places like that in Ptown right on the ocean but they are less formal. The less you wear the better.
Victoria:
You may certainly use the name...I only request a painting of myself, preferably on velvet, hang behind the bar somewhere...
If you're good, I'll wear my Elvis jumpsuit to pose for it.
I want to open a cafe that includes an automat for desserts, a bowling alley, a bit of coffee of course, a photo booth that will email your snaps to you, and one of those ex-cigarette machines that dispenses pack-sized Art in a box. Althouse may appear alternate Tuesdays, for a couple hours, to dispense legal and/or education related advice in exchange for slices of carrot cake. Palm & Tarot readings, fortunes told through games of Yahtzee, games of Risk, Life, and Candyland played for high stakes just like Texas Hold'em.... We'll do it all.
You in, Vic?
You in, Vic?
You got a deal buster!
Thanks for the moniker dispensation, as well, Ron.
I really liked your vision of that automat and though I'd probably do a skittles lane instead, I am bowled over by your Tuesday's With Althouse idea. (groan)
As for the Tarot readings, can we get one of those funfair machines with the automated gypsy? The kind you put in a shilling/nickle, and after a lot of shaking and hurdy-gurdy shenanigans from the belit gypsy, you got a little paper out with your fortune.
I once saw that in a film starring Hugh Grant called "Rowing with the Wind". He played Lord Byron during the weekend where Mary Shelley invented "Frankenstein".
Do any of you remember that scene where a mechanical belly dancer jumps out, and does a little gyrating strip-tease for him?
This is what passed for eroticism in the early 1800s.
Anyway, I WANT that machine for The Highball, Ron.
Cheers,
Victoria
I grew up in the Midwest and we had breakfast, dinner and supper; here they have breakfast, lunch (or brunch combining the two) and dinner.
I grew up in Pennsylvania, the child of midwesterners. We had breakfast, lunch, and supper.
I grew up in south Mississippi where we had breakfast, dinner and supper.
I grew up in Pennsylvania, the child of midwesterners. We had breakfast, lunch, and supper.
In England, it's complicated (as ever).
"Dinner" is used for lunch by the working-class.
(As in, I'm having rice pudding for me dinner)
They also use "tea" for what Americans would call dinner. As the name implies, it's not a very substantial meal, in the American way.
"Supper" is used for dinner by the upper-classes, and the later you sup, the more upper-class you are.
My middle-class family had their late night meal at 7:30, sharp.
Interestingly, the Queen retires at 9 PM, having supped at 8 PM. No wonder she's gotten fat.
Cheers,
Victoria
Oh, to live in a time that did not do everything ironically.
I used to work at the restaurant, believe me, the food is very good. I recommend the Vegetable sandwich (note: there is not a thing healty about it) or the pork sandwich.
Sooo phallic. So multicultural.
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