Word: smorgasborders
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...cost from publicity-seeking businessmen. When the colossal display of vulgarity and effrontery flamed out long after midnight, Todd was long gone (to bed). Few had tasted the wretched champagne (the waiters had quickly begun hawking it at up to $7 a bottle), fewer had eaten the truck-borne smorgasbord, almost none of the guests left with gifts, although a passel of greedy looters and gate-crashers made off with enough lightweight plunder to stock a Sears, Roebuck store. And Todd, who never had 18,000 friends, had made almost that many black-tied enemies...
...relate buildings to earth and sky. Is the sharp horizontal really the best answer? We must have an emotional reason as well as a logical end for everything we do." Saarinen admits his decision spread dissension even within his office, but he let the peaked roofs stand. "The smorgasbord boys love it," he says, "but the Mies followers are not convinced...
...back under control. He arranged gatherings and dinners for selected delegates to meet Chou. His chief foreign adviser, Krishna Menon, acted as a kind of floor manager for Chou. Gaunt and spectral in his flowing white robes, Menon swooped from delegate to delegate like a chicken hawk over a smorgasbord, crying: "Isn't he a wonderful man?" But the delegates refused to be herded...
...bananas, another was reminiscent of hash. The waiter informed me that it was, "Peppers, apples, meat, pickles, fish, carrots, potatoes, and perhaps more." It was probably the "perhaps" I didn't like. When I'd finished the cheeses, cold cuts, fishes, meats, and salads I returned to the smorgasbord table. I was scraping the bottom of the banana and cranberry bowl as a plump, seventyish woman in chet's attire bustled in to fill the dish. "Ya?" she asked. Ya, I smiled in reply...
Finished with the book and too ashamed for another round of smorgasbord. I concluded the meal with three desserts, apple crunch cake, Norwegian rosettes, and rum pudding. After lapping up the last of the rum, I forgave my Scandinavian friends for serving French pastry and said goodbye to the waiter, the dishwasher, the cold chef, the hot chef, and the just plain chefs. I paid my check, $1.50, with one dessert, and told my hostess I'd be back on May 17 when the patio would be open. The seventeenth is of course, Norwegian Independence...