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Crimson All-Eastern hockey team members were wined and dined yesterday afternoon at the Cafe Amalfi, as coaches, writers, officials, and spectators applauded their all-star efforts...
...math teacher, went one evening into a downtown cafe and sat down at the counter. The counterman told Joe he would have to eat in the kitchen. "I was awfully hungry," Joe said later, "so I went back there to the kitchen. They put me at a little table near the sink. The dishwasher splashed soapy water on my food, and someone started to sweep the floor and made a dust cloud." Joe was terrified. He plunked down the price of his meal, dashed out through the front door, and ran without stopping all the mile and a half back...
...Rainbow of Chaos. The National Assembly ranks with pousse cafe as a peculiarly French concoction. The pousse café is one of the most unnecessary drinks in the bartender's manual-a frivolous combination of liqueurs and cognacs, one poured gingerly atop the other to avoid blending them together. Each ingredient forms one bar in a rainbow of alcoholic chaos, each flavor nullifying the taste of the next, all falling into murky disarray if jiggled by a shaky hand. The Assembly is the pousse café of parliament...
...Small Cafe. In London, as in Hollywood, no one can quite figure the girl out. One friend, Critic Ken Tynan, says that every time Claire has worked in a play, "all the women have mothered her and all the leading men have tried to make her." But anyone who tries to get too close finds Claire elusive. Her chief social activity is going home to mother. The Blooms live in a tiny three-room flat. The largest bedroom is Claire's, and a smaller one is reserved for her 18-year-old brother John when he is on vacation...
Claire's fame has far outstripped her fortune. She made around $200 a week as Chaplin's leading lady, and gets only $125 a week from the Old Vic. Like most Londoners, she queues up to take the bus to her job, eats in a small cafe across the street from the Old Vic, and is rarely seen in the Caprice or other flossy restaurants. In her free time she goes to the theater or the ballet, and is reading her way through Dostoevsky, George Moore, the Brontes and Jane Austen. She likes to forage among the stalls...