TranscriptDinner at Anthony’s out on Poplar, where we’ve been meaning to eat for a year because of its lofty reputation. Gwyn had quenelles & ossobuca [sic]; found both excellent. I had warmed chesnut [sic] salad & sweet breads fricasse; found each utterly inedible; & said so, though I admitted that the fault was mine for ordering the lousy, overherbed meal I got.
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