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Charlton Heston
* If you were to visit Hollywood, one of the first things you'd want to do, perhaps, would be to take a tour of a movie studio and have lunch at the studio commisary. So did I.
So when I called Nick Adams for an interview, and he suggested, "Let's have lunch at the Paramount commissary at 12:30," it took less than three seconds of deliberation to say "Fine" — and somehow I got there by 12:12 (all the better to get an advance look at the place).
I was stopped at the studio gate by a guard, but after he found my name on the appropriate list, I was permitted through and directed to a square, flat building about two city blocks from the entrance. I passed buildings which housed a barber shop, a tailor and a hairdresser, and reflected that you could live within the studio walls for a week quite comfortably.
The commissary, called the "Cafe Continental" at Paramount, is a square building one story high, with a small vestibule at the entrance. It looks like a tearoom, floored in shining linoleum, with square tables the size of bridge tables set up throughout the room, and wide aisles in between.
DINING WITH THE STARS
by Blanche E. Schiffman
A waitress directed me to a table, and handed me a menu: a large square of cardboard folded in half, printed in royal blue and bearing a Paramount crest across the front.
Nick Adams arrived to find me chuckling over the menu. "I think I'll have this," I said, pointing to: Dean Martin Special, Egg Shells on Toast with Cracked Crab a la 5-Iron ... 7 yen. "In case you're running short of yen, you might want to try this," Nick laughed, pointing to: Jerry Lewis Special, Breaded Tweed Jacket With Almond Sauce and Roasted, Lemon Juice with Peas and Canned Pot Roast . . . $7.00. "That's just for the tourists. Here's the entry for the home folks," I declared, coming across another notation further down on the menu: Jerry Lewis Salad (This Is For Real), Chopped Cucumber, Lettuce, Tomato, Celery, and Green Pepper with Special Dressing . . . $1.75. I studied the menu carefully, trying to make up my mind which of the stars' -favorite dishes listed on the menu I would choose: deliberating between the relative merits of Turkey and Eggs a la Crosby, Spanish Omelette a la Alan {Continued on page 12)
Jerry Lewis