A Chop-House Aphorism.

I dine at a chop-house at ONE always, but I can spend an hour with you after that.

Many of the laborers board at them, and the smaller ones are nothing in the world but miserable little chop-houses, badly ventilated and exceedingly objectionable, and, indeed, injurious to health and good morals.

Remembering London as a city of wooden chop-houses, he could scarcely eat for the thoughts that surged through his brain.

There had been an attempt to bring it into fashion again, the publisher said; but it had come to nothingthough he, for one, loved those old chop-houses, with their tankards, and their sanded floors.

I have a plain Stomach, and have a constant Loathing of whatever comes to my own Table; for which Reason I dine at the Chop-House three Days a Week: Where the good Company wonders they never see you of late.

The countryman finds the town a chop-house, a barber's shop.

" On this occasion Bayard Taylor went to a chop-house where he could get a wretched bed for a shilling.

A man went to a restaurateur's (or chop-house) in France, to dine.

DOLLY OF THE CHOP-HOUSE (Queen's Head Passage, Paternoster Row and Newgate Street, London.)

Maverick was a Greek and kept an open-all-night chop-house, a mean hole in the wall two doors from the corner, where Cake's surpassing thinness made her invaluable at the sink.

Then it is possible that Hill's dietary was conducive to morbid conscientiousness; a breakfast frequently eaten in a hurry, a midday bun, and, at such hours after five as chanced to be convenient, such meat as his means determined, usually in a chop-house in a back street off the Brompton Road.

I have a plain Stomach, and have a constant Loathing of whatever comes to my own Table; for which Reason I dine at the Chop-House three Days a Week: Where the good Company wonders they never see you of late.

In these, or not much wiser Thoughts, I had like to have lost my Place at the Chop-House, where every Man according to the natural Bashfulness or Sullenness of our Nation, eats in a publick Room a Mess of Broth, or Chop of Meat, in dumb Silence, as if they had no pretence to speak to each other on the Foot of being Men, except they were of each other's Acquaintance.