fetchin' a shingle
A woodcutter came into a village restaurant, ordered a cup of coffee, and produced a big sidemeat sandwich from his pocket. The outraged waitress stared at him. "Well," she said, "that's what I call fetchin' a shingle off'n the side of the house!" Ozarks.--Vance Randolph and George Wilson's Down in the Holler, 1953
Feast Day of St. Theodotus,
a patron of innkeepers. Jane Mesick's The English Traveller in America: 1785-1835 (1922) described meals in a Southern eatery in 1819, beginning with breakfast: "You sit down with sixty or eight persons to tea and coffee, and every variety of flesh, fowl, and fish, wheat bread, Indian-corn bread, buckwheat-cakes, etc. Everyone rises as soon as he has finished his meal and the busy scene is over in ten minutes. At two or three o'clock the bell rings and the door unlocks for dinner. The stream rushes in and dribbles out as at breakfast, and the room is clear is less than a quarter of an hour. ... The picture I have given you of meals at taverns is not an inviting one; they more resemble a schoolboy's scramble than a social repast."
On a totally unrelated note, I noticed at B&N yesterday that your "Rihannsu" books were re-released in a single volume. Congrats! Hope you're still getting some kind of residuals from those, they were good!