PantyFanatic
08-22-2005, 12:26 AM
I haven’t looked for it lately, :( but I’m not sure where to start today. I’m talking about old-time class, that you sank into instead of being hit in the face with it. Perhaps it’s a dead concept that only some of our senior Pixies will recall, but I was thinking today, if I ever did want to do something special with someone that may appreciate something beyond high priced trendy, I wouldn’t know where today.:(
The last place that I once did frequent during the late 70’s and early 80’s for special occasions in Cleveland was The English Oak Room, which is now long closed. It was long established from the 30’s or 40’s and was just understood. You either knew ‘The Oak Room’ or you didn’t. It was off in a side concourse of the landmark Terminal Tower, downtown.
It was one giant room with 20 ft. ceilings of gold leafed scrollwork, with dark wood, 2 ft. square sections of paneling from the floor up. The marble inlaid floor did not make it the expected echo chamber perhaps because of the tapestry type drapes that frames the many tall, leaded glass windows of two walls. The tables for two along the side had the same cracked black leather wingback chairs that you had to walk around to see if or whom may be occupying it, as the center floor tables that never left you feeling displayed. Not on a stage or over speakers, but off in a side alcove was always a solo, live piano, violin or harp playing that seemed almost inaudible but more ‘felt’.
(help me Lixy! I can’t stop. :eek: )
There was not a piece of paper or plastic in the room. The sugar was in silver patinaed bowls. The napkins were linen, and in a ring instead of folded into a swan about to leave the table. All the silver was silver as was all the glass, glass. Even the refilling water pitchers that kept your water never less than ¾ full, almost magically without notice, was glass with silver handle and bands. The staff was all with 30+ years of service with courtesy and professionalism that did not border on showmanship or pomp of any kind.
The one time that pressed duck was ordered for an anniversary dinner, the headwaiter rolled the cart with the marble based screw-press to the table after the preliminary courses without dialogue, and the white puff hated chef carved the dome covered bird, served the main pieces and proceeded to press the sauce without drum roll or spotlight. Friendly conversation relates the pride in his considerable ability and knowledge without arrogance or condescending. Many other amenities were understated and offered with grace instead of fanfare.
Does such classic elegance still exist or is this the first stage of senile reminiscence? I forgot to leave breadcrumbs when stepping out of the loop. :o
What is a class affair for a very special occasion or for a special person to you and where the hell is it at now? :confused:
The last place that I once did frequent during the late 70’s and early 80’s for special occasions in Cleveland was The English Oak Room, which is now long closed. It was long established from the 30’s or 40’s and was just understood. You either knew ‘The Oak Room’ or you didn’t. It was off in a side concourse of the landmark Terminal Tower, downtown.
It was one giant room with 20 ft. ceilings of gold leafed scrollwork, with dark wood, 2 ft. square sections of paneling from the floor up. The marble inlaid floor did not make it the expected echo chamber perhaps because of the tapestry type drapes that frames the many tall, leaded glass windows of two walls. The tables for two along the side had the same cracked black leather wingback chairs that you had to walk around to see if or whom may be occupying it, as the center floor tables that never left you feeling displayed. Not on a stage or over speakers, but off in a side alcove was always a solo, live piano, violin or harp playing that seemed almost inaudible but more ‘felt’.
(help me Lixy! I can’t stop. :eek: )
There was not a piece of paper or plastic in the room. The sugar was in silver patinaed bowls. The napkins were linen, and in a ring instead of folded into a swan about to leave the table. All the silver was silver as was all the glass, glass. Even the refilling water pitchers that kept your water never less than ¾ full, almost magically without notice, was glass with silver handle and bands. The staff was all with 30+ years of service with courtesy and professionalism that did not border on showmanship or pomp of any kind.
The one time that pressed duck was ordered for an anniversary dinner, the headwaiter rolled the cart with the marble based screw-press to the table after the preliminary courses without dialogue, and the white puff hated chef carved the dome covered bird, served the main pieces and proceeded to press the sauce without drum roll or spotlight. Friendly conversation relates the pride in his considerable ability and knowledge without arrogance or condescending. Many other amenities were understated and offered with grace instead of fanfare.
Does such classic elegance still exist or is this the first stage of senile reminiscence? I forgot to leave breadcrumbs when stepping out of the loop. :o
What is a class affair for a very special occasion or for a special person to you and where the hell is it at now? :confused: