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In Higbee's heyday, dining at the Silver Grille was the high point of a shopping expedition. Elegant, refined, and cultured, this was where business moguls, wealthy matrons, and their well-mannered children would pause to refresh themselves with dishes like Welsh rarebit, creamed eggs and tomatoes, and chicken à la king. In the early days, a splendid afternoon tea cost 50 cents. Our own childhood favorite, the toasted pecan ice cream ball with fudge sauce, originally went for a paltry 40 cents -- though, of course, that was well before our time.
Thus far, the 350-seat dining room is available only for banquets, with the Ritz-Carlton as the caterer. But the kitchen also contains room for a modern, full-service commercial setup, and Richardson foresees lunch service in the not-too-distant future.
Surprise departure . . .
Chef Steve Parris plans to leave the Fulton Bar & Grill at the end of May. During his three-year tenure, Parris developed a reputation for exuberant dishes made with fresh, local produce and naturally raised meats. Parris says he has accepted a position as a private chef and also plans to teach and cultivate his ties with local farmers.