Old Pliny Dance-for-Ham. (See Tuesday’s post, if you’re confused.)
And here’s some literature for all those who don’t find hobo names as hilarious as I do. It’s summer, as you may have noticed, and that means Big City Soup is now serving gazpacho, which gets a passage in Hemingway’s The Garden of Eden:
It came in a large bowl with ice floatingwith the slices of crisp cucumber, tomato, garlic bread, green and red peppers, and the coarsely peppered liquid that tasted lightly of oil and vinegar.
‘It’s a salad soup,’ Catherine said. ‘It’s delicious.’
‘Es gazpacho,’ the waiter said.