We're Back!
Briefly, since we communicated this last week: We have installed an acoustic ceiling to improve conversational audibility. And have added a cocktail station which will broaden the number of shaken drinks we can serve. New bar menu follows next week.
Finally, we have introduced some new, wonderful pictures to the ‘hang’. Hooray!
Quote: Oysters and Poverty
And away went the coach up Whitechapel, to the admiration of the whole population of that pretty densely populated quarter.
'Not a wery nice neighbourhood, this, Sir,' said Sam, with a touch of the hat, which always preceded his entering into conversation with his master.
'It is not indeed, Sam,' replied Mr. Pickwick, surveying the crowded and filthy street through which they were passing.
'It's a wery remarkable circumstance, Sir,' said Sam, 'that poverty and oysters always seem to go together.'
'I don't understand you, Sam,' said Mr. Pickwick.
'What I mean, sir,' said Sam, 'is, that the poorer a place is, the greater call there seems to be for oysters. Look here, sir; here's a oyster-stall to every half-dozen houses. The street's lined vith 'em. Blessed if I don't think that ven a man's wery poor, he rushes out of his lodgings, and eats oysters in reg'lar desperation.'
Charles Dickens, Pickwick Papers, 1836