noon
I can stand for a town that roars , like Chicago . But this city yelps . I 've been going round to the restaurants a little . At noon I always picked the restaurant I wanted , so long as I had to pay for the lunch of the _ commissionnaire _ who was with me anyway . Can you imagine any man at home letting a woman pay for his meals the way those shrimpy Frenchmen do ? `` Well , the restaurants were always jammed full of Americans . The men of the party would look over the French menu in a helpless sort of way , and then they 'd say : ` What do you say to a nice big steak with French-fried potatoes ? '