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...most fascinating menu I ever encountered was in a restaurant in Des Moines, where the waiter handed you a View Master with a reel of eight appetizing color slides of the various specialties, so that you saw exactly what you were going...
...Norfolk, N.Y., where his father was a cashier in a paper mill. Both boys went to work early, Rogers at age 14 as a photographer's assistant. They had to scrape for their education: scholarships, some help from his family and income from an assortment of jobs (dishwasher, waiter, door-to-door salesman of brushes) got Rogers through college at Colgate and law school at Cornell. Both excelled as law students. They each married relatively young, Rogers to Adele Langston,* a classmate at Cornell Law, who gave up her own career to rear three sons and a daughter...
Please Order. Why all the preposterous euphemism? One reason is the inarticulate waiter. Until the early 1960s, he knew food almost as well as the maitre d' and used his knowledge to good effect. If the restaurateur wanted to push calf's liver one day, he simply told his men, and they went among the tables and sold calf's liver. But now, "the biggest and most persistent problem in the industry is the dearth of good, experienced waiters," says Joe Baum, vice president of Manhattan's Restaurant Associates Industries, Inc. (Four Seasons, La Fonda...
Paradoxically, the ultimate is the talking menu. Instead of relying on the nonsensical literary sell, a waiter recites what the chef will offer that day. All very well; if the diner is not familiar with a dish, he has merely to inquire. However, in a few fancy restaurants, the answer is chillingly familiar. "This, monsieur, is a delicate blend of exotic ingredients...
...escort pointed to an elderly black waiter who was bowing and scraping a great deal, and announced that that waiter's father and grandfather had worked for this society, and so did his son. "It's like a family tradition for them you know, being waiters here and everything." "Oh," I offered. "Then that's something like slavery then isn't it?" He thought. "Why yes, I guess you might say say that. It's kind of like slavery," and he seemed half astonished, half proud of the discovery he had made. I bolted my stuffed figs and took...