Annietime<p>I’m reading The <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/RulesofCivility" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>RulesofCivility</span></a> by <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/AmorTowles" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>AmorTowles</span></a> As in <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/AGentlemaninMoscow" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>AGentlemaninMoscow</span></a>, Towles is taking me on a grand tour, this time of 1938 New York and the upper echelons of the wealthy. And, like <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/AGentlemaninMoscow" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>AGentlemaninMoscow</span></a>, he provides exquisite descriptions of the food served in luxury hotels: “The asparagus arrived with a touch of fanfare, presented tableside in a small copper pan. The individual spears were arranged in perfect order—each identical in length, no two overlapping. On top had been delicately scattered a mixture of buttered bread crumbs and fontina cheese which had been broiled to a crunchy, bubbling brown. The captain served the asparagus with a silver fork and spoon. Then he grated a touch of lemon peel over the plate.—Bon appétit.” <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/civility" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>civility</span></a> <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/classconsciousness" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>classconsciousness</span></a> <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/books" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>books</span></a> <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/reading" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>reading</span></a> <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/food" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>food</span></a></p>