t matters not that Chaliapin, Tetrazzini, Gigli, Callas, Churchill, Pavlova, Gershwin and Johann Strauss (in person) were intimately connected with the romantic glamour of London's great hotel, The Savoy. What counts in that the immortal Escoffier was its first Maitre-chef Enigmatically, the present volume omits a photograph of the Master but has one of some elaborate table decorations. But this is, perhaps, as he would have had it. Frankly, this is a glorious book...if you like to read about epicurean repasts lovingly prepared, golden pheasants stuffed with oysters, wines in honor of Brillat-Savarin (the immortal), eggs with truffles, and fresh-water fish ""poached in old Burgundy and caressed by a charcoal fire."" Many people do...""Beasts feed, Man eats, but only the man of intelligence and true perceptiveness really dines."" Thus spake Brillat-Savarin. It will surprise no true artist that Escoffier died poor. Would that we could all die poor--at The Savoy.