My Dearest San Louie,
I sit this evening by the flickering light of a pine-knot fire to pen thee a few lines concerning a most agreeable repast we enjoyed upon the eve of the New Year. Though far removed from the smoke and clamor of the casino floor, our little party—composed of several comrades who, like myself, are fond of a venture at cards and possess certain privileges from the comp'ing quartermaster—repaired to a fine eating-house in St. Louis, the name of which I shall withhold lest it draw too great a crowd.
We had taken the precaution to secure our places in advance, and upon presenting ourselves at the appointed hour, found our table in readiness, as though the establishment had been expecting our very arrival. No sooner had we crossed the threshold than a server pressed upon each of us a complimentary pomegranate margarita—a spirited beverage of Mexican origin, most refreshing after the chill of the winter streets.
The room itself was appointed with a dignity that put me in mind of the old mansions of Forest Park: dark woods richly polished, professional attendants who moved with precision yet without stiffness, and ample space between the tables so that one might stretch his legs without encroaching upon his neighbor. The atmosphere was one of quiet refinement, a welcome respite from the rough fare of the smoky floors.
My filet of beef was prepared with uncommon skill—seared without yet retaining a tender heart, possessing that agreeable resistance which marks the difference between mere softness and true excellence. Our waiter, a fellow who gave his name as Serg’, proved both swift in his duties and pleasant in his manner, attending us with a readiness that never descended into familiarity.
In sum, dear friend, the evening proved the brightest jewel of our holiday leave, a memory I shall carry back with me to the floor. I confess some astonishment at hearing certain grumblings from our Hoosier brethren who, it seems, presented themselves at this same house without having first secured a reservation—and that at one of the finer steakhouses in the City! One might as well expect to quarter in a gentleman’s parlor without invitation.
Pray give my love to family and friends. I remain, as ever, thy affectionate steak lover.