Post by geneweigel on May 15, 2018 20:33:06 GMT -5
Wizard's Hat Inn from Chapter 4 of SAGA OF OLD CITY:
The Wizard's Hat was a place of considerable reputation, and it was filled with people. The tavern area was crowded with all sorts of men, while most of the tables in the main room were clustered with ladies and gentlemen eating and drinking, for it was but a bit past noon. A haughty Violet accosted the sweating proprietor and demanded a table near the front of the room. One look at her, and from her, and he hastened to comply. Who knew whose mistress she was or what influence she had? Anyway, a looker like that near the front of his place would encourage custom! Once seated, Violet ordered a goblet of cooled green wine from Celene—a place Gord had never heard of. She waved him to a position off to one side, and the ostler brought him a small beer. While she dined on the finest provender of the establishment, Gord was served a sort of slumgullion that the serving maid identified as "raw goo." Violet struggled to suppress a smile when he asked her what it was. "It's ragout," she said quietly with a stern expression on her face. "That's one word—a foreign way of saying it's a thin stew with more vegetables and the like than real meat. Slumgullion's better, but don't say that here, Gord! Now hush, or they'll cop wise as to where you're from."
Post by geneweigel on May 15, 2018 20:35:07 GMT -5
Chapter 10 of SAGA OF OLD CITY amongst the Rhennee:
There were several strikingly pretty girls in the crowd, and all returned his scrutiny with bold looks. This, in turn, brought him black looks from any number of the men there, and when he noticed this Gord quickly quit his flirting. A fight would not be the way to end a feast celebrating victory over a sea monster and his adoption into the bargefolk tribe. But, even though he now kept his eyes elsewhere, and conversed only with the men around him, the damage had been done. As Gord was lifting his goblet to drink more of the harsh red wine the Rhennee favored, it was struck from his hand.
Post by geneweigel on May 15, 2018 20:39:20 GMT -5
CHAPTER 12 of SAGA OF OLD CITY amongst the Attloi gypsies while in County of Urnst some local fine wine:
After bidding adieu to his traveling companions of the last few weeks, and paying a bit too much for the mount he had selected from them, Gord shifted from one camp of gypsies to another. He was determined to learn more of the feats he had seen performed. Although he had revealed himself as an adopted member of the bargefolk, these Rhennee were quick enough to drop their prejudices and accept Gord—it did not hurt a bit that he had gifted the "lord" of the encampment with fine wine from Caporna.
Post by geneweigel on May 15, 2018 20:44:49 GMT -5
At the Silver Castle Inn in "Five Dragon Bowl" in NIGHT ARRANT:
Without an obvious show of coins, Gord managed to display a handful of platinum plates before discovering a gold orb in his purse. Chert had refused to pitch in the money to pull off this ruse, so Gord had been forced to dip into his private funds. He handed the golden coin to the apprehensive manager with a small sigh of resignation. "Such a bother, this! Here is an advance against our stay. Have a cold supper, Keoish amber wine, and the usual amenities ready immediately. You do have hot tubs, I presume — and be sure the wine is chilled."
Post by geneweigel on May 15, 2018 20:53:17 GMT -5
AT Toad in a Toadstool in TWISTBUCK'S GAME in NIGHT ARRANT:
"Yes, there! Isnt that the sign?" In a minute they were seated comfortably at a table in the establishment. Chert, much to Gord's delight and amazement, volunteered to buy the first round. He purchased good wine for the young thief, and heavy, black-colored milk stout for himself. "Drink up, Gord, for the fellow will be here soon. To your health and our imminent wealth!" Gord drank to that, of course, and bought the next round. Those drinks, too, were history a few minutes later, and Gord was soon starting to fidget. "Where is this Twistbuck? Are you sure he'll be here?" "Relax. This round is on me, old chum. I'm not willing to stake my life on it, but he said he would be likely to stop in here when we parted company yesterday. Let's kick back and enjoy the evening!" After a couple of hours, Gord began to suspect that he was being had. But the fact that Chert was buying the majority of the drinks was at least a saving grace, so the young thief decided to take it as it came, enjoy the moment, and see what happened. Let Chert have his fun, Gord thought to himself. He probably thinks he's getting me back for last night. Then, when it was close to eleven o'clock, the hillman reached over and nudged Gord. "There, you see? The man who just came in is Twistbuck. But now I’m wondering, Gord. Maybe it's unfair to get him in a game against you. . . ." "Oh, no, you don't! You're not getting me to back out of this now!" the nearly salivating rogue cried. "This is too good an opportunity to pass up." Chert shook his head in mock sorrow. "I really do feel bad about this, Gord. We aren't in the habit of stealing from honorable men." "If he desires it of us, what can we do?" Gord asked with mock sincerity. "C'mon, Chert if bringing me here and getting me all excited about the prospect of adding to my holdings and then letting me down is your idea of a joke, then the joke's on you! I insist on being introduced to this gamester, or I'll make my own introductions!" The tone in the young thief s voice left no room for doubt. "Very well. You are forcing me into this, Gord. I can see that you have no intention of sparing the fellow, so I’ll go fetch him. You get another round — he usually drinks a decoction of lingonbeny spirits and barkwater, by the way."
Post by geneweigel on May 15, 2018 20:55:11 GMT -5
From "Cat of Pigeon?" in NIGHT ARRANT at the Cellar Bistro The Turning Wheel in Clerksburg, Greyhawk City:
Sheathing the sword blade, the wayfarer entered the cul-de-sac, and in the dim glow of a lantern overhead, went down the steps and into the entrance to The Turning Wheel. The strains of a quartet playing lively music were evident even before he entered the place. "Darksgreeting, sir. Do you wish ..." a woman with a fixed smile routinely began her usual spiel. Then, recognizing her latest customer, she brightened considerably. "Ah, Gord, come again, have you? It's wonderful to see you after such a long interlude! Shall I bring the usual to your table?" "Yes, that is fine, Tess," the young thief answered unenthusiastically, and the woman went to fetch his drink. Gord moved through the crowd to a small, empty table in a dim comer of the high-vaulted cellar. Gord sat watching the performance while sipping the mulled wine fortified by fiery spirits. There were three instruments accompanying a troubadour who played a lute and sang sad ballads. The musicians playing the virginal, the dulcimer, and the trilling shalm were familiar, but Gord couldn't recall their names. The troubadour, however, was well-known to the young adventurer. The entertainer noticed Gord at the same time that Gord noticed him. He nodded and grinned in Gord's direction and lost no time in getting to his friend's table when he finished the song and the applause died.
Post by geneweigel on May 15, 2018 21:03:52 GMT -5
In SEA OF DEATH chapter 7 while travelling from Ket to Ull:
Gord kept his peace for another few minutes while Brodri sat nearby, facing his prisoner and brooding. Then the guard's expression changed to one of resignation. He stood up, looked around, went a few paces over to his gear, and pulled out a small pot. Gord could smell the heady odor of date wine as Brodri sat down in front of him again and swigged occasionally from the container. The container was drained in less than half an hour. Brodri stood, belched, heaved the empty wine-pot disgustedly to one side, then stumbled heavily off to Gord's left, looking for a place to relieve himself!
Post by geneweigel on May 15, 2018 21:09:40 GMT -5
In the Sulhaut (Grandsuel) Mountains in SEA OF DEATH Chapter 10:
"The Chepnoi. They are mountain people — a strange folk," Achulka told her in reply. "Can you believe that they are our cousins? Why any Al Illa-Thuffi would give up horse and steppe for such a cramped and unchanging existence is a marvel under the sky! We exchange visits in high summer — they travel to us in the month of the boar, we come here in the time of the squirrel. The trade is good for both peoples. In four moons' time, this valley will be filled with the mountain folk and my own tribesmen, trading and contesting. I'll give the Chepnoi credit for some things," the nomad said earnestly. "They make good wine in their little valleys, and they know the land of dust too!" "What mean you by that, Achulka?" Gord asked. "And I am not speaking about wine, mind you!" "These mountain folk are used to walking, so they don't mind doing so even in the Ashen Desert. The Chepnoi taught us the value of such work, for they first brought stuff from the desert to the gatherings with our people."
Post by geneweigel on May 15, 2018 21:19:44 GMT -5
Cuthbert pilgrims' food in COME ENDLESS DARKNESS chapter 19:
Just after the fourth hour, at the time of early evening when the streams of visitors to the city began their long treks homeward, Gord and Gellor slipped out of the place and found a ferry to take them across Hook Harbor to the place along River Street outside Greyhawk where pilgrims gathered to make their journey northward to the fabled shrine. Dressed as they were, and haggling over the price of smoked fish andwheat loaves, nobody paid them attention, not even the sharp-eyed men who moved here and there along the quay and wharves searching for wanted men. At sunset the two were camped with a half-hundred folk preparing to begin the march into the hills next day. They did so without molestation when the warm red of the sun's great disc pushed above the horizon a few hours later.
Post by geneweigel on May 15, 2018 21:26:34 GMT -5
Chapter 21 prison rations in the dungeon of Blemu Castle:
Each day was the same for him, consisting of darkness infested by rodents, insects, and arachnids, broken only by this event—the doling out of a pannikin of water and a bit of food dished into his wooden bowl. This time he received a soupy mixture of vegetable peels and some unidentified stuff. Gord didn't worry about the ingredients at all, accepting the stuff and swallowing it down quickly. A small piece of hard, black bread was included in his ration, but this he intended to save for later.
Post by geneweigel on May 15, 2018 21:34:01 GMT -5
COME ENDLESS DARKNESS chapter 19 what GH workers drink:
It was mid-morning, that time when the laborers and other working class folk of the city took a brief rest to drink tea or beer, eat a bite and prepare themselves for the remaining eight hours before employment ceased with the evening
Post by geneweigel on May 16, 2018 10:10:10 GMT -5
I was using a threefold sheet of T1/B2/BoD2 menus for a long time but I was never a fan of the the Bod2 one because it seemed glib. Almost sounding like it was based on their contemporary knowledge mixed in with second hand.
Years later looking at BoD2 menu through more informed eyes its just as obviously bad as it seemed. Potatoes, turkey, grog (watered rum), rum, and various odd stews. This is like putting on a George Washington costume and saying "BEHOLD! I AM THE DUNGEON MASTER!!!" I mean that could work but as Yggsburgh showed us it has to be taken very seriously or not at all.
Then I made a looseleaf PHB/B2/T1 that had comparative on a line with B2's extras towards the bottom.
I became very unsatified with this and made this grotesque uneasy reference for myself all stapled together which is a mess that includes everything above and random grabs of anything and everything medieval currency rates, etc.
I never integrated anything from the Gygax D20 series because of the whole Yggsburgh thing going South. I was going to but it has to be looked at just as harsh or whats the point?
I have so many price list messes its like a nightmare. I don't recall what I wrote the prices from. Many are from the 2E Historical references but I need to delouse those big time.
Last Edit: May 16, 2018 10:10:35 GMT -5 by geneweigel
Post by foster1941 on May 16, 2018 15:08:35 GMT -5
I knew I came to the right place with this inquiry! This is really above-and-beyond great research for which I am extremely thankful. Between all of these references and a handful of Google searches regarding medieval cuisine I feel like I've got a fairly good handle on the topic and now just need to synthesize all of it into a coherent and hopefully-useful digest form as a blog post. Alas, that might still take a while...