Word: steak
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...regimen of the Yale crew is as follows: For breakfast, steak and eggs; for dinner, cold meat, lettuce and fruit, and a little oat-meal and rice-pudding; for supper, steak and vegetables. The crew rows twice daily...
...that lingers in my mouth after a day of Memorial fare. I am convinced that my trouble is not subjective, that I do not find eating a trouble because I am not well, because I find no such difficulty when I am driven to the Holly Tree for a steak to support life. Every one knows what a vast difference there is between the taste of beef at home and at Memorial, and though it would be unreasonable to expect all the comforts of home, we ought at least to have the advantages of a first-class restaurant...
SOPHOMORE (with a volume of "Christian Martyrs" in his hand). My breakfast was burned at the steak; that's what's the martyr with...
...apart where whist and chess could be played, and others in which French and German lectures and debates might be held. In process of time enough money would be accumulated or subscribed to build a house, and then it might be practicable to have a kitchen where a steak and potatoes might be cooked for those who ordered them. At Cambridge the expense to each member is only three pounds a year, and enough money was thus obtained to meet the ordinary expenses of the club and pay five hundred pounds for mortgages, leaving a balance of three hundred pounds...
Vessel pitching violently when I awake. Steward asks if I will get up to breakfast. Reply, "Of course I will get up to breakfast." Smoking pork-steak! Miserable meal. Cannot eat anything. Think I would like fresh air. Go up on deck and stagger to the rail. My beaver blows overboard. Do not mind it at all. Sympathizing gentleman lends me a cap three times too large for me. I think people are laughing, but do not pay any attention to them. Am entirely indifferent to everything. Think I had better go back to bed . . . .July...