Every thing will be different, but not better, only more
French."
"Yes, could it be believed," exclaimed the fat beer-brewer, "that
they think of crying down beer, the favorite beverage of the late
lamented king, which, at all events, should be holy in the sight of
his son? At court no more beer will be drank, but only French wines;
and he who wishes to be modern and acceptable at court will turn up
his nose at the beer-pot, and drink mean and adulterated wines. Yes,
even coffee is coming into fashion, and the coffee-house keeper in
the pleasure-garden, who, up to the present time, was only permitted
to make coffee for the royal family and a few other rich people at
court, has not alone received permission to serve coffee to
everybody, but every innkeeper may do the same thing."
"And have you heard," asked the glovemaker gloomily, "that the two
hotel-keepers in Berlin, Nicolai and St. Vincent, have their rivals,
and will no longer keep the only houses where a good dinner can be
had for money? Two French cooks have already arrived, and one of
them has opened a house in Frederick Street, the other one in King
Street, which they call 'Restauration.'"
"Yes," said the shoemaker with a sigh, "I went to the French house
in Frederick Street yesterday, and ate a meal out of curiosity.
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