Quotes About Dining

I dined alone and went to sleep, keeping one eye open all night lest Milt Rosen roll over onto my side of the bed. I was prepared to let out a piercing shriek.

La Caravelle, La Grenouille, Orsini's. What dining experiences with this family. And who knew from palate cleansers? At Lutèce, Lulu insisted he taste escargot.

Honest, hopelessly romantic old-fashioned gentleman seeks lady friend who enjoys elegant dining, dancing and the slow bloom of affection.

Dining out meant shepherd's pie and bitter at the Anchor, Bankside. The Anchor was a little sooty brick Georgian pub on the Embankment.

Can't you just tell me now?" "No, I need someone to eat with." A slight smile rose to my lips. "Am I supposed to believe that I'm your only option?" "No. But you're my favorite option.

I have not really experienced any significant conflict with anyone in regard to my choice to be vegan, although going out to eat is hard sometimes.

There is great food in Vegas.

I love seafood. Whenever I'm in Las Vegas, I love going to the Bellagio buffet because they have these great king crab legs.

I don't really seek out vegetarian spots... but mainly, I know how to work a menu no matter where I am.

I usually like to throw on some flip flops and go to a really nice lunch in Venice, or Santa Monica, or stay in and cook dinner.

There are so many good venues in Chicago.

When I'm dining out privately, I tend to avoid fine-dining venues; I like things to feel casual.

Booth Watson doesn't appear in court as often as he used to, but as but he still dines at the Savoy every day. He's

Right this way, Emilio said, wincing. He showed them to the best table by the window, slid Min into a bentwood chair, and then stopped by Cal long enough to say under his breath, I sent the servers home half an hour ago, you bastard. You're welcome, Cal said loudly, nodding to him.

At restaurants and bars, they sometimes slip Bengali phrases into their conversation in order to comment with impunity on another diner's unfortunate hair or shoes.

I don't cook for myself. I eat every meal out. I'm fed by others. I think it's a kind of social thing. I work collaboratively with others. A meal with a friend is my ultimate thing.

I'm afraid that eating in restaurants reflects one's experiences with movies, art galleries, novels, music - that is, characterized by mild amusement but with an overall feeling of stupidity and shame. Better to cook for yourself.

Subway is a real point of pride. We have influenced the way people eat.

I don't go to the cool, trendy restaurants. I go to either the holes in the wall or the super-fancy restaurants where there are no cool people.

Best way to get rid of kitchen odors: Eat out.

no one can err in serving steak to new-found guest first time.

it was a point of good manners not to sit with a clique of the same friends all the time, and it meant that conversation at dinner had to be open and general rather than close and gossipy

Do you know you're bleeding? he asked. I had a suspicion. That looks nasty. My apologies. What happened to your forehead? A fork. A fork? Yes, sir. I wish I'd been eating with a spoon. You stabbed yourself with a fork? It flipped. Flipped? The fork. A flipped fork? It flicked my forehead. Pausing in the counting of my change, he gave me a narrow look. That's right, I said. A flipped fork flicked my forehead.

I stopped eating airplane food; it's not that good.