Quotes About Dining

Bringing out service staff on to the dining floor does change the atmosphere.

Sadder than the beggar is the man who eats alone in public.

There was a man sitting in the dining room of the Titanic, he said: "I know I asked for ice, but this is ridiculous."

I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.

I like eating; I like going to restaurants and trying new things.

I love nothing more than going to eat by myself with a newspaper.

Today, in the newspapers and magazines, the first sentence is, my restaurant is expensive.

I eat out three times a day most days of the year. This is no big deal to most New Yorkers, and it is not something I am necessarily proud of - it's simply the nature of my itinerant life.

How much worse can it get than finishing dinner, having him reach over, pull a hair out of my head, and start flossing with it at the table?

There are many problems that come with owning a restaurant, not the least of which is that you have to eat there all the time. Giving up the fantasy that you want to own a restaurant is probably the last Piaget stage.

Can you cook? No. Drawing her brows together, she grabbed both of his ears and drew his head up. Not at all? That's remarkably chauvinistic for a man whose policies primarily reflect the feminist viewpoint. Alan lifted a brow. I don't expect you to be able to cook either. Amusement shot into his eyes. Can you? Shelby struggled with a grin. Barely. I find that odd for someone with your appetite. I eat out a lot.

Forks are absurd, he scoffed. They insult your food. They make it think you're killing it twice.

The dining-room was curiously impersonal, like all places where people eat,—perhaps because food is our chief link with the common chaos of matter rolling about us.

It's the company, not the cooking, that makes a meal.

i'm not picking mcdonald's, and i'm not picking chinese. i'm sorry, but i'm picking some place really good, cuz if they're gonna give us bad news, they're gonna have to do it over a super nice meal.

A friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the usual trimmings.

It wasn't the wine,' murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. 'It was the salmon.' (Somehow or other, it never is the wine, in these cases.)

I don't always go out for Mexican, but when I do I spoil my appetite with free tortilla chips.

I dined at the Cocoa Tree with Holt... That respectable body, of which I have the honour of being a member, affords every evening a sight truly English. Twenty or thirty, perhaps, of the first men in the kingdom in point of fashion and fortune, supping at little tables covered with a napkin, in the middle of a coffee-room, upon a bit of cold meat, or a sandwich, and drinking a glass of punch.

He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after piece of kidney.

The waiter brought him a bowl of gumbo. Clete dipped the end of his po'boy sandwich into the bowl and began eating, drinking from his Bloody Mary, filling his mouth with French bread, oysters, lettuce and tomatoes, red sauce, and mayonnaise, stopping only long enough to wipe his chin with a white napkin.

out that shoes are required to eat in the cafeteria. But socks can eat anywhere they like!

When my husband is away and I'm by myself, my neighbours will insist I eat with them every single night because they see it as unhealthy to eat by yourself.

I make fun whenever I go. If I go to restaurant by myself, rest assured, people will be talking about it.