Then around the corner to Gouailhardou & Rondel's, the Market Cafe,
where from a plain pine table, and on sanded floor, we had our coffee
royal. As a fitting climax for this evening we directed the chauffeur to
drive to the Cliff House, where, over a bottle of Krug, we talked it all
over as we watched the dancing and listened to the singing of the
cabaret performers.

This dinner, including everything from the automobile to the tips cost
but fifteen dollars for each one in the party.



Something About Cooking

Cooking is sometimes a pleasure, sometimes a duty, sometimes a burden
and sometimes a martyrdom, all according to the point of view. The
extremes are rarities, and sometimes duty and burden are synonymous. In
ordinary understanding we have American cooking and Foreign cooking, and
to one accustomed to plain American cooking, all variants, and all
additions of spices, herbs, or unusual condiments is classed under the
head of Foreign. In the average American family cooking is a duty
usually considered as one of the necessary evils of existence, and food
is prepared as it is usually eaten--hastily--something to fill the
stomach.

The excuse most frequently heard in San Francisco for the restaurant
habit, and for living in cooped-up apartments, is that the wife wants to
get away from the burden of the kitchen and drudgery of housework. And
like many other effects this eventually becomes a cause, for both