Escalopes
English cooks are bad enough in their corruptions, but the French ones beat them hollow, and then the English ones, to show off their learning, take up the absurd French names and flourish them as titles of nobility. The sandwich has gone over to France, and has been transformed into a Snit mich; the veal cutlet has passed into a Wil cotelette; the mince-pies are Miss Paës : and whisky, or rather usquebagh, has become Scubac. I expect every day to see the Snit mich, the Wil cotelette, the Scubac, and Miss Paës come back to England. So there are many cooks here who now begin to speak of escalopes of veal and of other meat. The man who says escalope when he means collop deserves a whipping. I am reminded of two lines in Shakespeare- God knows thou art a collop of my flesh, And for thy sake I have shed many a tear.