Do You Take Leftover Rolls From A Restaurant?
I do not think so. What thrill is there in taking home a stale roll?
Once upon a time, there was no such a thing as taking your uneaten
food with you when you left a restaurant. There was a lot of wasted
food, but nobody would have thought of asking the waiter to wrap up
the left overs. The expression: Doggie Bag had not been coined yet.
Its origin probably is, that some people would ask for the left over
steak or roast for their real or imaginary dog, so that they could
finish it later on.
In New York City there was one German restaurant (Das Jaegerhaus)
that in the 1960's or 1970's advertised a special Thanksgiving Dinner.
Any party of 4 or more that ordered turkey dinners for every diner
would be served a whole turkey with all the trimmings, as well as
appetizer, salad and dessert. Anything that was not consumed would be
packed up to be taken home. It was a great success, but I do not know
for how many years it was done. That was taking home a doggie bag on
a grand scale.
Later on, when all of a sudden there was much more interest in fine
dining, especially in Italian and French cooking, one of New York's
best restaurant was Lutece. The chef/owner was Andre Soltner, his
pastry chef was a Monsieur Bonte and the New York Times food reviewer
(Craig Claiborne?) gave it four stars, the highest there was.
My husband and I, passed by that restaurant one day as we were ready
for lunch and decided to go in. The meal was quite affordable, a prix
fixe promotion of three courses and it was incredibly delicious.
M. Soltner visited every table, stopped to chat for a minute and made
all his guests feel loved and welcome.
We went back the following week. This time, M. Soltner greeted us as
old time friends and even went into the kitchen to bring us two
samples of dishes we had mentioned the week before.
When our ordered main courses came, we could not finish them. M.
Soltner was still walking around and happened to see that about half
of our food had not been eaten. He came over and asked whether
something had not pleased us. Not at all, we said, but M. Soltner had
given us such large samples, we could not finish everything on our plates.
If we really had no complaint, would we like to take home the left
over food? Both our dishes would not suffer from being re-heated. We
were shocked! The man saw our discomfort and said "What do you
think a chef like me would rather see, the food he cooked end up in
the garbage bin or the satisfied guest taking it home, looking forward
to having it later on". I was no longer embarrassed.
Soon the Maitre D' came and brought one package made of aluminum foil,
shaped like a swan with the long neck the handle and the other one
like a little basket. I looked around. Several other tables were
adorned with similar silver colored baskets and fancy animals.
Perhaps that day the Doggie Bag was not yet born, but it certainly had
already been conceived.
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