Word: caviare
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Three long tables were piled high with goodies calculated to water many a Nazi mouth: caviar, turkey, sausages, cream puffs, cakes, vodka, Rhine wine, punch, liqueurs, beer. Biggest culinary drawing card: real coffee pouring out of steaming samovars. Most of the guests talked a lot more about eating than about the war, official Hitler Photographer Heinrich Hoffmann describing, between mouthfuls, the gustatory delights of his favorite culinary combination - boiled potatoes and dry champagne...
...keep open nightly until 5:30 a.m. On the less naughty side of Bucharest serious politicians relax at famed Café Capsa. The big, swanky outdoor terrace of the Cercul Militar (Army Club), facing the Calea Victoriei, is filled nightly with resplendently uniformed officers and smartly turned-out women. Caviar, juicy steaks, pastries oozing with whipped cream-all verboten in many a war-nervous area-can be ordered to the tune of a gypsy orchestra. In the shops can be bought everything from U. S.-made toothpaste to the finest wines from the King's own vineyards...
Chamber music is caviar to musical gourmets. Caviar from the very finest of sturgeons is the chamber music produced by the famed Budapest String Quartet, world's top-ranking string ensemble. To gobble up this treat last fortnight Manhattan's hungriest musical highbrows gathered in Town Hall to hear the first concert of the New Friends of Music's annual chamber-music series...
With a becoming beam, in clipped Oxford syllables, Hore-Belisha said that he was well aware they were most anxious to see fighting at the front. Unfortunately there had been some unavoidable delay while plans were made for transportation, billeting, supplies. As it was, "no caviar" awaited them; but the best possible arrangements had been worked out. All was now ready: they could leave tomorrow...
...peasants. There are 20,000,000 of them, 5,000.000 of whom are continually unemployed. Few can read, some in Galicia do not know that the Emperor Franz Joseph is dead and that they are no longer Austrian subjects. To them salt is like gold dust, bread like caviar. But last week peasant boys were stolidly shuffling to mobilization centres, farmers were sending their only horses to bolster the country's cavalry-minded army...