This was not enjoyed by Patty.
Usually, after a dance or concert, she was hungry for some light refreshment, but in this incense-laden, smoke-heavy atmosphere, she felt no desire to eat, and had she done so, she could not have relished the viands.

For they were of highly-spiced and foreign-flavoured sorts, and their principal ingredients were smoked fish, pungent sauces, and strong cheese, all of which Patty detested.

Moreover, the service was far from dainty.

The heavy china, thick glass, and battered, unreal silver detracted still further from the appetising effects of the feast.
But everybody was so genuinely distressed at Patty's lack of appetite and made such to-do about it, that she forced herself to eat, and even essayed a cup of their muddy, syrupy coffee.
And she enjoyed herself.

She absorbed much of their jargon and stored it up in her brain for future use.