Quotes About Dining

Anisette! You will eat your food, not demonstrate aerial warfare across the table with it.

Toots Shore's restaurant is so crowded nobody goes there anymore.

If you can eat with mates or friends or family, I mean, it's such a brilliant thing isn't it? If you feel really rubbish and you have a nice bit of food it makes you feel good, you know?

I went to a fancy french restaurant called "Deja Vu." The headwaiter said, "Don't I know you?"

The quality of food is in inverse proportion to a dining room's altitude, especially atop bank and hotel buildings (airplanes are an extreme example).

Poor, darling fellow-he died of food. He was killed by the dinner table.

Good talk saves the food

The food here is terrible, and the portions are too small.

Although the skills aren't hard to learn, finding the happiness and finding the satisfaction and finding fulfillment in continuously serving somebody else something good to eat, is what makes a really good restaurant.

If I'm out to dinner with a group of friends, and somebody offers to pay for the check, I immediately reach for my wallet. Inside is a note that says, "Say thanks!"

The age of your children is a key factor in how quickly you are served in a restaurant. We once had a waiter in Canada who said, Could I get you your check? and we answered, How about the menu first?

I've looked as hard as I can look but never ever seen a cook; I saw a person who combined ingredients on which we dined

Piper chose a pan-roasted and porcini-dusted chicken over a mushroom, artichoke, and Parmesan risotto, while Bertrand and Marguerite both ordered the sauté of Gulf shrimp in a pancetta, sun-dried tomato, and basil beurre blanc with goat-cheese grits.

After the buffet dinner of seafood gumbo, snow crab claws, oysters Bienville, crawfish étouffée, and creole jambalaya

I smoothed my grandmother's starched white damask cloth over the battered pine harvest table in the dining room, and with my fingertips, traced the tiny patches where she'd so painstakingly mended it. If I looked closely, and I did, I could see the faintest ghost outlines of stains from family dinners long ago.

She thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat.

as we sat in a dining room drinking martinis from big frozen glasses whose shape reminded me of the inverted, shellacked straw hats of the cyclo drivers.

Dimly lit restaurants always make me think they're trying to hide the food.

buy a cup of tea from the dining car, along with a 'gourmet' sandwich which is evidence of how culinary words can be devalued.

The art of dining well is no slight art, the pleasure not a slight pleasure.

Lunch kills half of Paris, supper the other half.

A cannibal is a person who walks into a restaurant and orders a waiter.

Put on bibs, shake the lobster for the camera, tickle its swimmerets, remove and crack the claw, dip and eat. Cut open the stomach, taste tomalley and roe, remove body meat, dip, and eat. Suck and nibble on legs and tail flaps.

Albinoni streamed as clear as the sun into the dining room. The old mahogany glowed like bronze. The flatware winked.