First, thumbing
through the ads at the back of my copy of Eatomic
Secrets - which include Prosser’s Ice Cream, Lobo Joe’s catering service
and TWA: “”The Best bill of fair in the air” - I came across this fine, hand-crafted
ad:
This is so refreshing.
Compare and contrast with “Fancy Feast Elegant Medley” which offers, “White
meat chicken Tuscany with long grain rice and garden greens in a savory
sauce.”
Archer’s say loud and clear that horsemeat is good enough for pets – and
too good some would say. Britain
currently has an attack of the vapors because they’ve found that Irish horsemeat
has been furtively slipped into some hamburgers. Personally I would go out of my way for a
horse burger, though admittedly I think people have a right to know what
they’re eating, just as I wouldn’t want my horse burger to turn out to be
buffalo.
And then, the other
other matter, speaking of cocktails of the past, I happened to watch the 1955
movie The Big Knife, starring Jack Palance, based on a play
by Clifford Odets, about the many evils of Hollywood, and a stage bound period piece
if ever there was one, with everybody doing a whole lot (really a WHOLE lot) of
acting. Rod Steiger in particular leaves
no piece of scenery unchewed.
Briefly, but
crucially, it features the divine Shelley Winters, as the careworn actress,
going by the name of Dixie Evans, who’s clearly never going make it in
Hollywood. Early in the movie she says,
“I don't care if I do see a snake. I'm sure I'd much
rather see a snake than a Hollywood producer.”
And toward the end as things
start to unravel and everyone is threatened with doom and exposure (a hit and
run accident is involved), it’s discovered that Dixie is sitting in a “bar across
from Schwab’s” ready to spill the beans that will destroy everything for
everyone. One of the hideous Hollywood
flunkies delivers the unimprovable line, “A
woman with six martinis can ruin a city.”
I’ll drink to that.
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