Your Boudin, M’sieur Hemingway

They called them the Lost Generation, but anyone on the Left Bank could tell you exactly where to find them.

They occupied the cafes, bistros, and brasseries of Paris, drinking the postwar red wine and dining for sums that seem amazingly low today.

For proof, just look at the prices printed on this authentic brasserie dinnerware from 80 and 90 years go. Exactly the same as used by F. Scott Fitzgerald, John Dos Passos, Langston Hughes, Virgil Thompon, Gerald and Sara, Gertrude and Alice, and that dark-haired young war hero with the notepad and the slight limp.

Pillivuyt Brasserieware, the real thing, originally commissioned by Paris restaurants to display their menus. Charming crisp, Black lettering applied by hand to flawless White porcelain and fired three times for durability.

The diamond-hard result will never crack or chip, goes straight frrom freezer to oven or microwave with impunity, and survives passionate literary bar fights.

Yes, charming.