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Like Le Bernardin, Palio is also in the Equitable Center, and its kitchen is the province of the one-star Italian chef Andrea Hellrigl (a.k.a. Andrea da Merano, an honorary nom de cuisine he enjoys), who owns the Villa Mozart, a trimly polished Jugendstil-designed hotel in Merano. He stirs the pasta pots for Operator Tony May, who masterminds Palio's spacious and vaguely Japanese- looking dining rooms. So far Hellrigl's esoteric offerings have been uneven. They may be as institutionally dull as his lackluster codfish with potatoes or the watery mushroom terrine or as wonderfully executed...
...tiered Conn with a full footboard. The first townspeople to show up get to sit on folding chairs from the Methodist and Lutheran churches; the tardy in the audience must make do with the staircase and the floor. After the music the party moves into the kitchen for refreshments, and some heretofore taciturn Montanans refresh themselves into the mistaken belief that they have gifted tonsils, but this is putting the cart before the horse...
...audience just destroys him." His only time on the stage, this fellow fell apart. "He stayed here all day practicing. He had a Valium. Then he called the doctor. Then he had three more Valium and two double shots." As show time neared, this musician stepped out the kitchen door to relieve himself. Marge had to stop the proceedings and find him and lead him into the parlor. He played Home on the Range twelve times. Marge hissed from the kitchen, "Get to the end!" The man whined, "I passed it." Marge came out and put her arm around...
...Marge's parlor filled to overflowing. Everyone was there, it seemed, but Choteau's best-known citizen, A.B. Guthrie Jr., author of The Big Sky, among other celebrated works. He is 85, and the last time he came, explained his daughter, Helen Guthrie Miller, "he fell asleep in the kitchen. The next morning he woke up screaming, 'Who's making all that goddam racket!' " Helen Guthrie Miller possesses a tart tongue herself, it turns out. When a woman companion at the recital boasted that because of aerobics, she has the pulse of a 25-year- old, Helen said...
Marge came in from the kitchen and addressed the crowd. She wore jet beads and a black blouse with a naughty scoop neck and black pajama pants, and she looked young and terrific. On the upright was a bouquet from her students. "I hope you all don't melt," she said. "Do you feel like sardines? I'm giving you all the air I can." It was a hot night for the high plains, and all the doors and windows were open. "I'm so proud of them," Marge went on. "I just hope nerves don't take over...