A
restaurant would not pay in such a stony, forbidding, desolate place.
There were two reasons why Lord Dawlish was unaware of Claire Fenwick's presence at Reigelheimer's
Restaurant: Reigelheimer's is situated in a basement below a ten-storey building, and in order to prevent this edifice from falling into his patrons' soup the proprietor had been obliged to shore up his ceiling with massive pillars.
The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive
restaurant; and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman.
At Bredin's Parisian Cafe and
Restaurant in Soho, where Paul worked, there were none of these things; and Paul himself, though he certainly moved swiftly, was by no means noiseless.
"To dine at half-past seven," the Duchess remarked, as she looked around the ENTRESOL of the great
restaurant through her lorgnettes, "is certainly a little trying for one's temper and for one's digestion, but so long as those men accepted, I certainly think they ought to have been here.
The two men shook hands, and Winsett proposed a bock at a little German
restaurant around the corner.
A few steps brought them to a smaller
restaurant, where a dozen people were already lunching on the pavement under an awning; on the window was announced in large white letters: Dejeuner 1.25, vin compris.
He found his carriage outside without much difficulty and drove quickly round to the Milan
Restaurant. The director looked doubtful.
THE great Muscari, most original of the young Tuscan poets, walked swiftly into his favourite
restaurant, which overlooked the Mediterranean, was covered by an awning and fenced by little lemon and orange trees.
* A capital little out-of-the-way
restaurant, in the neighbourhood of - , where you can get one of the best-cooked and cheapest little French dinners or suppers that I know of, with an excellent bottle of Beaune, for three-and-six; and which I am not going to be idiot enough to advertise.
Once she had humorously lamented that she had never been to Simpson's
restaurant in the Strand.
Meantime the Assistant Commissioner was already giving his order to a waiter in a little Italian
restaurant round the corner - one of those traps for the hungry, long and narrow, baited with a perspective of mirrors and white napery; without air, but with an atmosphere of their own - an atmosphere of fraudulent cookery mocking an abject mankind in the most pressing of its miserable necessities.