13j PC t Dartre ttafT Th» Famous Peacock AllOu onaress PMcl ^osan ati VCDQS Kan? sno ri o u a n i \? i s r> eace of mind Than Life's refrain "An Lack a Day.'' -GrimroJ Jt la Rtynurt ^^"JHE epicure says we live to eat; the V^v ascetic maintains we eat to live. Perchance there is a grain of truth in the French maxim that we eat to live only when we do not understand how to live to eat. However that may be, those of us who are wise in our generation are content with the golden mean between these widely variant schools. The dishes herein set forth are a few of the most piquant and rare in all the enchanting lore of cookery. About many of them cluster striking anecdotes of famous characters of history whose destinies have been strangely influenced by their epicurean tastes and habits. These and other culinary masterpieces are produced at the Congress by artistes de cuisine, and served in their distinctive native form. Those who have visited famous eating places abroad will be glad to renew their acquaintance with these celebrated dishes. All who appreciate exquisite cookery will find them a delightful treat. These delicacies do not appear on the regular bill of fare, but on a special menu card which may be had, upon request, from the maitre d'hotel. J*lan is a carnivorous production Ana must nave meals— —at least once a day He cannot live, like woodcocks, ufton suction." — Lord ^iyron *Beluga Caviar with JDlinis SUSSIA has contributed many original dishes to the cuisine of the world, but perhaps the greatest alimentary gift of all for which we are indebted to the land of the tsars is Beluga Caviar with Blinis. The blinis, which take the place of the French toast canape, are a Russian adapta- tion or version of American wheatcakes except that they are not sweetened. When the blinis are done to a rich golden brown they are brought to the table piping hot and the caviar, taken from a jar sunk in ice, is spread on top. At the Congress the blinis are made and served in true Russian style, with specially imported pearl egg Beluga Caviar — the favorite of all epicures. Tradition says this dish was originated in the Russian Winter Palace during the reign of Tsar Alexander, uncle of the present emperor. Alexander was an illustrious gour- met, and, so the story goes, was as much at home in the mysteries of cookery as in the intrigues of state. But whether he or his chef conceived this typically Russian dish, tradition does not disclose. e The combat deepens. On ye brave, jThe Cordon IBleu—and then the grave vvave Landlord, all thy menus wave, And charge with all thy deviltry/' —Old Ball* fi Tomato Volga ^USSIA is justly famed as the land of hors d* oeuvres — delightful whets that clear the palate. But none of these delicacies are more tempting to the epicure than Tomato Volga. That chef — his name unhappily is not known — who bestowed this culinary gift upon the elect is worthy of our deepest grati- tude. Only in the land of the Volga is the worth of such gastronomic artists rightly appraised. Endowed with perfect technique, clear palates and inexhaustible patience, chefs there are considered in a class apart — second only to the nobles. At the Congress, Tomato Volga is served in a manner that would delight the heart of its creator. Only the finest vine ripened tomatoes — tributes of the hotbed — are used. The pommes de amour, as the French call them on account of their beautiful red hue, are hollowed out and stuffed with Beluga caviar and grated yolks of eggs. The blending produces an exquisite result — one that would flatter even the most blase palate. " The stewed cock shall crow, cock-a-loodle loo, §£ loud cock-a-loodle snail he crow; The duck and the drake shall swim in a lake Of onions and claret lelow." — Flttchtr *Pou)e au *Pot Henri Quatrz [INCE the day when good King Henri Quatre vowed that every peasant of France should have a fowl in his pot every Sunday, this delightful soup has been named in his honor. Waving away the exquisite bouillons, lordly consommes and rich bisques set before him, it was Henri's wont to call for poule au pot. And as he smacked the royal lips he swore that every subject in his realm should have the happiness of tasting this kingly dish. Poule au pot is served to patrons of the Congress just as it came to Henri's table in days of old. A whole capon, swimming in his own broth, is brought to the table in a huge terrine, with a great silver ladle. Then the capon is taken out, carved at one side and served in the same dish as the rich broth. Its palatable taste, as well as its unique and distinctive service, makes this dish a prime favorite among those who dine well. Flow wine, smile woman Ana the universe is consoled. ■Old Provtrb tonsomme Niels d Hirondelles [INCE the days of Kublai Khan, the Great, whose Tartar hordes swept over China centuries ago, swallows nest soup has been a luxury to grace the table of epicures and kings. The exquisite taste of this typical Oriental delicacy so delighted the palates of the Tartar kings, says tradition, that tidings of it were carried back to Europe by traders and wanderers. So in time the news reached Paris and Chinese swallows nests soon were brought from the far East — priceless luxuries for the delectation of the anointed. The nests, which are gathered in cliffs, are composed of a gelatinous substance, said to be the spawn of fish, and impart a delightful piquancy to chicken stock . Alexander Dumas — as celebrated a gastronomer as a writer — upon tasting the consomme pronounced it a dish fit for the gods. Only the choicest of these nests — collected from the most perilous ledges along the Asiatic Coast — are used by the Congress chefs in preparing this culinary rarity. ' T his Bouillabaise a noble dish is—— A sort of soufi or broth, or brew, Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes. That Greenwich never could outdo: Green herbs, red fcef^ers, mussels, saffron, Soles, onions, garlic, roach and dace : &¥11 these you eat at lerre's tavern In that one bowl of Bouillabaise. Indeed, a rich and i savoury stew 'tis; And true philosophers, methinks, vvho love all sorts of natural beauties. Should love good victuals and good drinks. And Cordelier or Benedictine flight gladly, sure, his lot embrace, j\or find a fast - day too afflicting, vvhich served him ujb a Bouillabaise." — Thadttray 's "Ballad of Bouiflabaiu' jBouillahaise ITS fragrant aroma, its sweet spiciness and its unmatched sauce in which mussels and other denizens of the deep have been brewed to a wondrous flavor have won for Bouillabaise the appellation: "The Dish of Kings." In the stirring days just before the Third Empire of France it wooed the palates of famous bon vivants who thronged the cafes of Paris — among them William Makepeace Thackeray. And beef-fed Briton that he was — upon being initiated into the delightful mysteries of Bouillabaise, Thackeray was moved to write a ringing ballad in its praise. As the smoking Bouillabaise comes from the sanctum of the Congress Chef to your table, it wafts an incense upon which, alone, "man could live and thrive." And its flavor — well if Thackeray could feast with you who knows but that he would be inspired to pen a postlude to his charming roundelay. :& ,a tsS£2, "Tom, whom to-day no noise stirs, Lies buried in these cloisters. If at the fast trumfi He does not quickly jumfc, Only cry : ' Oysters ! ' ' — Epitaph on a Gravt at Colchester, England Oysters Bourguignonne jl^-^HE delectable savour of oysters ^^^ delighted the palates of epicures as far back as the time of Apicius — the celebrated Roman gourmet who moved his palace to the seashore in order to have fresh shellfish for his table. When Apicius discovered how to keep oysters alive during long journeys he nar- rowly escaped being deified. But the bivalves which he knew were tiny dwarfs — like our clams. How he would have been transported at the sight of a dozen luscious Sadde Rochs or Malpecques. And for a dish of Lynn- havens a la Bourguignonne from the kitchen at the Congress — well he squandered an estate for less. The oysters are placed in a pan moistened with olive oil. The Chef's deft hand bestows a pianissimo touch of garlic and just a sus- picion of onion. Then the bivalves are placed in the oven and roasted in their own fortresses, as it were. Soon the shells open and the rich liquor pours out. Thus, bathed in this delicious juice, they are brought to the table and served. It was Napoleon III, who upon tasting this crustacean delicacy, exclaimed: "A delicious flash of gustatory lightning." ARGTJERYJ The cook produced an ample dish Of frizzled sole, those hest of fish. Embrowned, and wafting through the room. All spluttering still, a rich perfume.'' Filet of Sole JvLarguery ©Y ORIGINATING this dish, an obscure restaurant keeper of Paris achieved a place among the immortals of cookery. The high relief of piquant sauce which sole requires, M. Marguery supplied in a flavor- ing with little mussels in it. So delightfully did it enhance the dish that a distinguished company of bon vivants who happened into the humble Marguery restaurant one night pronounced it a triumph. The next day M. Marguery awoke to find himself and his sole famous. He soon was on the road to wealth and the dingy little eating shop grew into the magnificent establishment with which visitors to Paris are familiar. The genius who presides over the range at the Congress is shown at his best in the reproduction of this exquisite culinary treat. The crisp tenderness of the browned sole and the piquant flavor of the sauce is the tribute of an artist to the immortal name of Marguery. "Cookery is like matrimony two things served together should match." — Yuan .Me/, the Savarin of China Noisettes of Beef Tenderloin a la < R.ossini eOSSINI, a contemporary and friend of Dumas and Balzac — two famous four- chettes — was not only a distinguished composer, but also a cook of ability. This dish of his invention bears witness of his skill and rivals in seductiveness the sweet strains of "The Barber of Seville." Dumas once complained to Rossini that he had tasted everything eatable and sighed, like Alexander, for new culinary worlds to conquer. Whereupon the musician promised the great romancist that his palate should enjoy a new sensation. That evening at Rossini's table Dumas sat down before a wonderful dish. Dainty slices of tenderloin were fried in oil, portions of chicken liver sauted in butter were placed on these, the whole being capped with a slice of truffle and bathed in a delightful Madeira sauce. Dumas — himself a master juggler of the saucepans — pronounced the dish a more glorious creation than any of the com- poser's operas. It is the proud boast of the Congress chef that the cookery of this dish requires an artist's delicate perception % as truly as does the rendition of Rossini's sweetest arias. Lucullus one day ate alone. VC^hereufion, fit's chef, thinking that a $500 dinner would suffice, acted accordingly. At the end of the recast, his face flushed with Falernian, Lucullus sent for the chef and took him to task. There were no fig- deckers and the prized sf>awn of the sea lamfirey was missing. "jout seigneur," said the chef, "you were alone." "At such time," responded his master, you must remember that Lucullus dines with Lucullus." Salmi of 'Partridge [ALMI is perhaps the finest preparation of game which historic cookery has bequeathed to us. Like other master- pieces of art, it has never been improved upon. The wonderful sauce brings out the delightful woodland flavor in which the par- tridge excels— as all sportsmen who love to tramp afield when the woods are covered with a shroud of autumn frost can attest. In the Congress kitchen this delectable native of the cover is prepared according to the original recipe given to Grimrod de la Reyniere, the famous French epicure by the prior of an English abbey. After the bird is roasted it is cooked in white wine, then immersed in melted butter and served hot with mushrooms and truffles. When the witty Grimrod first tasted this dish he remarked that one must take care to eat with the fork for fear of devouring a finger should it be baptized with the exquisite sauce. "It is difficult to imagine a hastier con- junction than the hi ending of symbols when the arms of a sportsman are quartered with those of a cook. — John Aldergrove Venison a la Cumber/and ©HE saddle of venison for centuries has been the symbol of civic luxury in England and is held in highest esteem by epicures. An offspring of wild Nature — fed upon its sweet fruits and vegetation, it exhales the very essence of the forest. In addition venison possesses the admirable virtue of calling forth the rare flavor of port, Bordeaux or Burgundy. A choice cut from the ruddy flesh of the roebuck — that monarch of the north woods — is skillfully prepared for the oven by the Congress chef. When it has received just the right caress from the flames' heat it is brought to the table smoking hot and served with the exquisite Cumberland sauce — the invention of the gifted Francatelli, omcier de bouche to Queen Victoria. In this sauce, port or Bordeaux is the dominant chord. The translucent ruby red which the currant jelly imparts to the sauce contrasts beautifully with the embrowned roast, thus giving the eyes almost as delightful a treat as the palate. " I consider the discovery of a dish which sustains our aft£etite and prolongs our {treasures as a far more interesting event than the discovery of a star, for we always have stars enough." — Htnrion dt t P*ntty Poularde de 'Portugal XT IS to the friars of Portugal that we are indebted for this famous contribu- tion to the world's store of cookery. When the French troops sacked a Portu- guese monastery during the Peninsular war the cook was forced to flee from his sancto- rium, leaving behind his precious book of recettes. This the invaders seized, with other spoil, and carried back to Paris. Here, the culinary grammar fell into the hands of a noted chef, who, one day hap- pened upon the recette for Poularde de Por- tugal, a dish that took the French capital by storm. This olden monastic recette is followed at the Congress. A large imported Portugal chicken is cooked until the rich broth attains the consistency of jelly. Then fresh mushrooms are added, the whole being sealed up in a casserole and put in the oven. In this way evaporation is cut off com- pletely and all the delightful flavor stays in the dish. When the casserole is brought to the din- ing room and unsealed before the guests, the fragrant aroma that arises attests the merit of the monastery's cookery. "Thirteen at table is a number to be dreaded only when there is just enough to go round for twelve. — L' Almanack it» Gourmands Chicken S^larengo CHOSE whose happiness it is to enjoy this dish at the Congress may well be devoutly grateful to the intrepid chef of Napoleon who created it amid the roar of guns on one of the great battlefields of history. On the eve of the battle, when the skir- mish guns had already begun to boom, the emperor called for his favorite dish — chicken fried in butter. As it happened, the butter could not be found in the confusion, and Napoleon's "Minister of the Interior" was at his wit's end. Then, inspired by the necessity of the occasion, the chef poured some fresh olive oil into the bottom of a casserole. In this the fowl, moistened with white wine, was sauted and then served with mushrooms and chopped olives — all in a rich brown gravy. So exquisite was the dish that the emperor, after achieving a brilliant victory over the Austrians declared the culinary triumph should be known as poulet a la Marengo. Thereafter it was his favorite campaign dish and it is said that this reminder of his days of glory was one of his solaces at lonely St. Helena. «^iw "Two things are essential in life to give good dinners and 1tee{> well with women. — Talleyrand Eggs xjalzac elVE the artisan a piece of clay and he mixes it with straw. The result— a brick. Give the same clay to an artist — he kneads his genius into it and produces a work of art. So it is with an egg. Whether it is to be merely a hodge podge of proteins, fats and solids or a dainty fit for the table of an epicure depends upon whether it has the good fortune to fall into the hands of such a genius as graces the kitchen of the Congress. In preparing this dish, he breaks the eggs from the shell and places them in the oven until the heat gently broils them. Then they are girdled by ebony-hued truffles, exhaling a delightful fragrance. A libation of savoury tomato sauce, with seasoning ad lib — and the dish is ready for the table. Well may those who know its delight exclaim that this product of Balzac's sauce- pans is as worthy a heritage as the most inspired works of his pen. ' O green and glorious, O herhaceous meat ! 'T would temfct the dying Anchorite to eat. Back to the world he'd turn his weary soul And di£ his fingers in the salad howl." ■Sidney Smith Salade ( Rache1 TENDER offering from Nature's cuisine delightfully designed to pro- mote digestive harmony and to bridge the gap between the entree and the demitasse. For this dish earth yields such choice treasures as fresh truffles, artichokes, aspar- agus and celery — all laid in a crisp green basket of lettuce, while over all is spread the golden halo of mayonnaise. Ah, could you but peek at the Congress artiste de cuisine as he prepares this master- piece! See him as he skillfully blends the ingredients so that they fall into place like the notes of a beautiful symphony. Truly the salad maker, like the poet, is born, not made. "Whom the gods love die young," may well be said of salads, as well as of mankind. So that it may be eaten in all its virgin tenderness and crispness Salade Rachel is brought to the table fresh from the hands of its creator — cool, crisp and comforting. "Life is so brief that we should not glance either too far backward or forward in order to be naj>£y. Let us, there fore, study how to px our haziness in our glass and on our filate." — Crimrod it la Rtynitrt Crepes Suzette j^^vHIS is one of the most exquisite ^^^ delicacies which French chefs de cuisine, in their never ceasing search for gastronomic treasures, have bestowed upon those who abhor the commonplace. Though the Congress chef might regard it as profanation, not to say heresy, crepes suzette may aptly be termed "pancakes de luxe." By the magic touch of the artist, the plain Anglo-Saxon pancake is transformed into the daintiest, most toothsome morsel for the delectation of discriminating palates. While the rich, thin cakes are being gilded a golden brown upon the hot griddle, a sauce such as only a French master can prepare is being brewed at the table. In a tiny chafing dish, butter is melted and mixed with Grand Marnier cordial, or, if it is preferred, Chartreuse, Kirsch or Grenadine. Then just a suggestion of spice and a fragrant incense arises from the chafing dish as the steaming cakes arrive. The delicious nectar is poured over the cakes with a liberal hand, they are deftly folded in quarters by the servitor and the feast is ready. To eat understandingly and to drink understandingly are two arts that may not he learned from the day to the morrow. — Alexander Dumas ^Potatoes j^lontgotfier ^^^nHIS dish is happily christened in ^^^ honor of the inventor of the balloon, as the story of its origin attests. A dining car chef one day was frying potatoes in deep fat just as the train rolled into a station. As it happened the chef was a dual personality — master of the sauce pans and porter, all in one. So he took the half- cooked potatoes out of the hot lard, donned his porter's uniform, seized the ever-ready whiskbroom and darted into the chair car. When he returned the potatoes were put back in the pan. Imagine the amazement of this peripatetic cook when he saw the bewitched pommes de terre swell out for all the world like a balloon when the gas is turned on. Thus was a new dainty added to the world's culinary repertoire. A note of distinction is added to this dish by the ingenuity of the Congress chef. While the potatoes are attaining a generous rotun- dity, a dainty nest of thin potato ribbons is woven and in this they are carried to the dining room and served. The turnpike road to fceoftle s hearts I find Lies through their mouths Or I mistake mankind." —Dr. Wokot Tetits Pots de Creme (VaniTIa fflolea Mtxicain) ©HIS delightful entremet — a special forte of the Congress chef — fulfills to per- fection the mission of the dessert, which is to comfort the stomach by delicate reflex flattery through the palate. It is a refreshing wave of gastronomic coolness, giving pleasure to the taste without the cloying sense of fullness. Let those whose fortune it is to know the charms of this dainty pay silent tribute to that French chef to whom the world is indebted for the delights of creamy sweets. The cream is served from a large bowl. Beside each guest's plate is a tiny glass of Kermis, a sweet French cordial. A few drops of the Kermis poured over the cream gives it a delightful flavor and the spoonfuls fall upon the tongue as buoyantly as snowflakes. Well may those who bring their dinner to an end with this delicacy echo the sweet lines of the poet: " The last taste of sweets is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past." unaress ("%{{mt?of ©od _>