elbows on the table. i don t anthony: really? david: of course. come prepared with stories. don t drink too much. don t become sloppy. anthony: come prepared with anecdotes? david: absolutely. anthony: no elbows on the table? david: no. it s not it s not it s not proper. anthony: i m a total failure as a dining companion. what what is that? what s that, you ask? an iconic escoffier-era classic of gastronomy? ho, look at that sauce. holy crap. the devilishly difficult lievre a la royale, a boneless wild hare in a sauce of its own blood, a generous heaping of fresh black truffle, garnished with thick slabs of foie gras, seared directly on the top of the cabin s wood stove. oh, damn. look at that. david: we re we re in a wooden shack, over 3 feet of ice and 100 feet of water. anthony: you are hopeless, hopeless romantics, gentleman. oh, jesus. look at that.
Dear Miss Manners: During the pandemic, with restaurants limiting the number of patrons at one table, my friend would often send dinner invites to eight friends, stating that only six
Dear Miss Manners: My daughter married into a very nice family. They are a fairly small group, as are we, so we have celebrated holidays together since our children married,