"White
beer" is only made in Berlin; it is not unlike our ginger-beer,
and is pleasant enough. The orthodox way of ordering it in Berlin
is to ask the waiter for "eine kuhle Blonde." I do not suppose
that one drop of either of these beverages has been imported into
the United Kingdom for a hundred years; equally I imagine that the
first two Georges loved them as recalling their beloved Hanover,
and indulged freely in them; whence their place in our Customs
tariff.
One of the members of the English and French Club was a Mr.
Vieweg, at that time, I believe, the largest manufacturer of
sulphate of quinine in Europe. Mr. Vieweg was that rara avis
amongst middle-class German business-men, a born sportsman. He had
already made two sporting trips to Central Africa after big game,
and rented a large shooting estate near Brunswick. In common with
the other members of the Club, he treated me very kindly and
hospitably, and I often had quaint repasts at his house, beginning
with sweet chocolate soup, and continuing with eels stewed in
beer, carp with horseradish, "sour-goose," and other Teutonic
delicacies.
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