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If you do not know Bogle's Chop House and Family Restaurant it is your / loss. For if you are one of the fortunate ones who dine expensively you / should be interested to know how the other half consumes provisions. / And if you belong to the half to whom waiters' checks are things of / moment, you should know Bogle's, for there you get your money's / worth-in quantity, at least.
Bogle's is situated in that highway of _bourgeoisie_, that boulevard of / Brown-Jones-and-Robinson, Eighth Avenue. There are two rows of tables / in the room, six in each row. On each table is a caster-stand, / containing cruets of condiments and seasons. From the pepper cruet you / may shake a cloud of something tasteless and melancholy, like volcanic / dust. From the salt cruet you may expect nothing. Though a man should / extract a sanguinary stream from the pallid turnip, yet will his / prowess be balked when he comes to wrest salt from Bogle's cruets. Also / upon each table stands the counterfeit of that benign sauce made "from / the recipe of a nobleman in India."