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Upon a certain gladsome occasion a certain man went into a certain / restaurant in a certain large city, being imbued with the idea that he / desired a certain kind of food. Expense was with him no object. The / coming of the holidays had turned his thoughts backward to the care-free / days of boyhood and he longed for the holidaying provender of his youth / with a longing that was as wide as a river and as deep as a well.
"Me, I have tried it all," he said to himself. "I have been down the / line on this eating proposition from alphabet soup to animal crackers. I / know the whole thing, from the nine-dollar, nine-course banquet, with / every course bathed freely in the same kind of sauce and tasting exactly / like all the other courses, to the quick lunch, where the only / difference between clear soup and beef broth is that if you want the / beef broth the waiter sticks his thumb into the clear soup and brings it / along.