Word: caf
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...describes one as "a country girl-so I have her work the park." The girl demands a pair of boots for bad-weather soliciting, and Belmondo snaps: "Boots attract perverts." When the gendarmes threaten to put him out of business, he marries a virginal barmaid (Marie Dubois), operates her café until she turns shrewish, then flees to Greece and sells himself to an aged playgirl...
...will win a brand-new car, a free vacation to Tahiti or the West Indies, or another prize. Will it work? One skeptical tourist official sighs, "Parisians are born complainers-they don't even like each other, not to mention tourists." And he shrugs: "The smile of a café waiter is more fleeting than a rose...
...Epoque at the turn of the century, the courtesans of France were famed for their elegance, the dazzle of their jewels, and the high cost of their favors. None more so than La Belle Otero, with her jet-black hair, hourglass figure and enameled complexion. One night at the Café de Paris, five rulers of Europe offered homage at her table-Russia's Nicholas II, Britain's Edward VII, Prussia's Wilhelm II, Belgium's Leopold II and Spain's Alfonso XIII. Otero boasted, "I have been a slave to my passions, but never...
...York are restaurateurs: of Manhattan's 75 French restaurants, fully 21 are owned and staffed by Gourinois. They range from the East Side's L'Escargot (which serves a Breton specialty, homard à l'Armoricain, for $5) through the West Side's Café des Sports, where for $1.80 a customer can demolish a head of lamb, drink two glasses of extraordinary vin ordinaire, and talk soccer with Proprietor Lucien Lozach, a former goalkeeper himself, who is keener on scores than on scullery...
...born there 36 years ago, left his father's bleak farm for lack of work, and became a "receptionist" in a Parisian meat factory. In 1952 he pulled up stakes and went west, became a bartender in his brother-in-law's New York restaurant, the Café Brittany, on Manhattan's West Side, and began learning the business from the bottom up. "Pigs' feet came first," he explains, "then on toward tête de veau." Today, lean and eager, and sporting a heavy gold ring, he is no man's receptionist. Indeed, Agence...