I must say I do enjoy my pie and cheese in simultaneous fashion, and I'll go to fisticuffs with any foppish dilettante who suggests to the contrary. Whilst savoring my most recent repast at Browne's, I had the care to appreciate both the gamely chaw of my mutton sand-wich, and the hint of the shapely gams of my wait-rix, bustled though they were.
I can justly propone its inclusion in the Grand Third-Class Eateries Of The District programme, for the cuisine-consideree, comely service, and stout heart of my redoubtable trenchman Dillington at the bar, ever ready to dispense yeoman's advice along with sliced portions of the finest joint of beef ere Whitsuntide. Arriving at the appropriate hour, you may have said Steak shaved directly to the plate, lately from the flame, instead of set aside and
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I might add en tangent that, on my frequent perusals of our shared chalk-board, my annoyance has manifold increased with respect to the term "splendide," a low and debauched adjective quite unbecoming of our enlightened dialectic. Were I to read of one more "splendide" black pudding or langostine, I should perish.