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@Ylt January 1986
Brealdast or bust the fancy descriptions implied on the cleverly produced menu. Even the dreaded "Terrine Covent Garden", which at the Hilton Playhouse means cold veg yndgr a slab of aspic, came up
And while the translation of "Aloyau Roti au Cepes" caused the gourmets at our table some trouble, the beef to which it referred turned out to be delitrumps.
This year, it was decided to cut out the mad dash and have some dinner as well. As a result, eight hours of revelry, fine food and music at the FCC's traditional New
Year mem temp pene
ons provided such
to
a
1986 that we are December just to ex-
clous.
. The only problem seemed to be finding
the knives and forks under the mound oï party noise-makers and rolls of streamers provided for each guest. Each ne\ry course
!p with some unsolicited
accompaniment
from football supporters' rattles, but came away with thunderous applause.
he
Some chticism was heard 'oi the music
serving of dinner: with some diners at tables downstairs wanting to start eating before 9 pm., it became a bit of a struggle for the waiters to reach the kitchen iñrough the crowds of upstairs diners still enioviñs ore-
prandial driirks at the main bar." ' Downstairs after midnight, it became the
usual scrum of champagnè-bottle-clulchins revellers that has maðeïew Year's Eve ai
. . . eggs
cooked in front of you, piles of
crispy bacon, corned-beef hash, lamb chops and, ahhh, a cup of tea! For those interested in statistics, 201 people sat down to dinner and 120 partook of breakfast. A total of 275 bottlei of champagne were sold 40 more than last year. The main dining room and the disco on the verandah closed at 5.15 am and the about 15 hardy present. to leave Hong-
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