It seems Grant was a caviar gourmand. His notebooks show he studied the ways of the sturgeon and the history of caviar. He ate mountains of it…his and other people’s. Angie Dickinson, who was often seated next to Grant at dinner parties, recollects: “I would get an elbow in my ribs when I passed up the caviar. I don’t like caviar. So I would say, ‘No, thank you,’ and he would jab me, and I would say, 'Oh, just—yes, thank you very much.’ I was always slipping him my caviar. It was enchanting because he was just so real. He didn’t have to pretend that he also wanted my share.”
Evenings with Cary Grant by Nancy Nelson
Photo by Mark Shaw (from IG @classichollywood_lover)
A woman’s hands gets me every time. More than her face, figure, clothes, anything. The girl who, when she smokes, makes the cigarette seem a part of her hand. The girl who, when she kisses you, touches your face with her hands. That always gets me down for the count.
- Cary Grant
(Modern Screen, 1941)
Publicity still of Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman for “Notorious”