Quotes About Waiter

Hardly. A ragged apron does not a waiter make.

Butler shot one of the half dozen diners a fierce glare, just in case she might be planning something. The woman must have been at least eighty.

I called room service wearing nothing but a towel. I'd almost forgotten. I ordered a pot of coffee, sugar, and cream. They asked if I wanted decaf. I said no thank you. Pushy. Like waiters asking if I wanted a diet Coke when I didn't ask for it. They never ask men, even portly men, if they want diet Cokes. I

My lunch consisted of a glass of wine (which the waiter solemnly called "grape juice")

Whenever I am feeling blue, I like to go to the Balzar and watch a waiter gravely transfer a steak au poivre and its accompaniments from an oval platter to a plate, item by item. It reaffirms my faith in the sanity of superfluous civilization.

The waiter walked over with a tray and two orangey-pink drinks. He placed them on the table. "Georgia Peaches. Peach schnapps, brandy, cranberry juice- the first request the bartender's ever had for one of these.

It was a pleasant café, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old waterproof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a café au lait. The waiter brought it and I took out a notebook from the pocket of the coat and a pencil and started to write. I was writing about up in Michigan and since it was a wild, cold, blowing day it was that sort of day in the story.

As everyone knows, tips constitute the bulk of a waiter's or waitress's income. But they are also optional, at least in theory. Does it really seem like a good idea to make someone's salary so susceptible to customers' whims on a given day - or whether any customers happen to show up at all?

When Heather pulled her chair in, one of the bright overhead lights illuminated her breasts so that they looked like twin moons; the waiter who'd arrived to hand out menus stared for a few seconds as though dazed.

Waiter: "Tea or coffee, gentlemen?" First customer: "I'll have tea." Second customer: "Me too—and be sure the glass is clean!" (WAITER EXITS, RETURNS) Waiter: "Two teas. Which one asked for the clean glass?

I am a face in a trance, evoking duende. My face imbues breath and stuns you with star-spirit. I am grove-face, story-teller face, and dawn-bringer face. A face as common as carrots and celery, called upon as a father to be cook, waiter, servant, and maid.

I called to the waiter, 'bring me one of those Antares things.' Sitting here in a bar with an asexual cyborg who is probably the only other normal person on the whole goddamned planet.

Good Reasoning Skills Scene at a restaurant: Customer: Excuse me, waiter. I hate to bother you but there's a big bug in my porridge. How do you explain this? Waiter: Sir that just proves that the porridge is so good the bug could not resist swimming in it. Enjoy your meal!

It is a good thing that life is not as serious as it seems to a waiter.

I never taste the wine first in restaurants, I just ask the waiter to pour.

I went to a restaurant the other day called 'Taste of the Raj.' The waiter hit me with a stick and got me to build a complicated railway system.

BEN: "Waiter," I said, in an exuberant mood, "I have a perfect life, but I don't have a knife.

The waiter had set down the hot drinks, and the steam did feel glorious. The piano played Satie ever so softly. Life was almost worth living, even for a son of a bitch of a monster like myself.

Two avgolemono, dolmades, falafel with hummus," the waiter repeated, writing it all down

Or more precisely, is there anything I can do for you, ma'am? (Waiter) 'How about a bag for my head, or a stick to beat Lanie with?' (Grace)

Is that dog of yours likely to cause trouble?" he asked suspiciously. Hal smiled winningly at him. "Bless you, no. She's as peaceable as your old granny." The waiter's frown deepened. "My old granny is always starting fights," he said. "She set off a riot in here last month. Cracked the skull of one of the watch with a chamber pot." "Well, Kloof is hardly likely to do that. She doesn't have a chamber pot

Paul made a show of choosing an appropriate wine from the list, and Edna Valley Chardonnay, and the waiter made a show of presenting him the bottle and decanting him a taste, and Paul made a show of tasting and approving, and the waiter made a show of pouring for everyone,...

He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Blac pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?

He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Black pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?