Frank Norris 
McTeague 

pub One.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. It was Sunday, and, according to his custom on that day, Mc Teague took his dinner at two in the afternoon at the car conductors‘ coffee-joint on Polk Street. He had a thick gray soup; heavy, underdone meat, very hot, on a cold plate; two kinds of vegetables; and a sort of suet pudding, full of strong butter and sugar. On his way back to his office, one block above, he stopped at Joe Frenna’s saloon and bought a pitcher of steam beer. It was his habit to leave the pitcher there on his way to dinner.