Oblonsky and Levin dine at the Anglia Hotel:
"Well, then, my good man, bring us two--no, make it three dozen oysters, vegetable soup...then turbot with thick sauce, then...roast beef--but mind it's good. And why not capon--well, and some stewed fruit..."
"What table wine would you prefer?"
"Bring us the Nuits. No, better still the classic Chablis."
...'Not bad,' he said, peeling the sloshy oysters from their pearly shells with a little silver fork and swallowing them one after another. 'Not bad,' he repeated, raising his moist and shining eyes..."
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
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