And I'm going to call you Hillary for fabricating outrage! This won't end pretty ;-)
YOu know, there’s something so telling about this photo. Much attention to detail.
The maître de has a coat and tie, of course, but also a flower. I am quite sure the man is French, because that was kind of the established thing in French dining, the head guy wore the flower.
The patrons are well dressed too. I remember being on a train with my brother. We had to have our shoes shined, white shirts, and our hair combed.
Look at the table. My fiancée and I are just into our shrimp cocktail. There are matching large glass water pitchers on each table. Fancy high quality silverware, that you can’t bend with your hands, and silver serving pieces.
Look at the place setting in the foreground. I count four piece two spoons and two knives. At the end of each table it looks like a silver sugar server? There are two spoons going in different directions. They’re on each table.
The car is nicely decorated. Leather chairs. There are yellow flowers at each window.
I have hanky in my coat pocket, as does the maître de. Women wore red lipstick and red nail polish or variations there of.
I love it when someone says, “I really enjoy, fine dining.” Americans don’t know what fine dining is unless it came up from the floor and bit them in their @ss. Here’s a train, dining car in the 50s, and it’s the standard for restaurants back then.