This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 Excerpt: ...snugly around the ankles, while his head was adorned with a wonderfully twisted puggery. His whole raiment that Pilsener is put up only in quarts in India, so that when the beer finally came, and an immense bottle was placed before each of us, it was very embarrassing, for, with a lot of strangers at the table, the bottles looked as big as demijohns. Fortunately, though. English people do not, as a rule, stare at strangers as though they were museum relics, and we felt better when a number of private bottles of Scotch whiskey were placed before many of the guests. What is tiffin to an Englishman without his Scotch and soda? Surreif attended assiduously to our wants, telling us what the best native dishes were and the hottest or sweetest chutneys. And the curries No one has ever tasted a curry as it should be, until he has eaten it in the East. The fearful compound set before us in America and called curry is no more what a real one is like than is the soggy dollop of rice one gets in New York hotels like the same light, dry Vegetable in the Southern States. To begin with, it takes a long time to make a curry unless you use the prepared powder, which many East Indian cooks scorn. Then the manner of eating it is altogether different. First, a dish of rice is handed to you (the equal of which I have never seen even in South Carolina) and you help yourself bountifully; next comes any sort of curry that may be on hand, mutton, vegetable, chicken or prawn; they are all good, and you must take nearly as much of it as of rice. Then comes a sort of dried fish together with a curious wafer, both very thin and brittle, which you break up over the curry; and last of all the chutney, of which there are fully fifteen varieties, is passed to you and a heaping tablespoonf...