Quotes About Restaurant

I'll just have fries and a Coke," Amber said. "Is Pepsi okay?" the waitress asked. "Sure." Does anyone ever say no to that question?

I believed that I now knew what a lobster felt as it languished in a tank beside the maître d' station in a restaurant, while hungry patrons, waiting to be seated, tapped the glass and remarked upon its size and succulence.

I served the counter while Sadie and Alice managed the floor. As soon as one seat emptied, someone else took the spot. After removing the dirty dishes and wiping the area clean, I looked up to greet my new customer.

We made love in the bed, ate steaks at the restaurant, shot up in the john, puked, cried, accused one another, begged of one another, forgave, promised, and carried one another to heaven.

After I left Brandon, I met Dominique at the Neptune Oyster in the North End.

Certainly nobody in the large grubby restaurant 'wanted to know'. My two fellow-diners were truck drivers being eyed hopefully by five adolescent girls in tawdry attire, clustered around the courtyard doorway. 'Two into five doesn't go,' I reflected. But perhaps these two would go into five if their charges were low enough.

I think I ate at the John Hancock building - I loved the view.

The chili-rubbed rib-eye at Porter House New York is one of the best steaks that I've eaten anywhere in the world.

And we talked to each other at a restaurant and I was supposed to order wine and I would much rather have had something to eat. But that's just like them — they don't mind paying large sums for something to drink, but as soon as they have to pay just a small amount for something to eat they feel taken advantage of, because food is a necessity, but having a drink is superfluous and therefore elegant.

This is the Mona Lisa of bad diners.

Sunday brunch at Soho House. The views of L.A. are spectacular.

I never even went to Jekyll & Hyde's restaurant. I loved the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade, though.

Some of us are born rebellious. Like Jean Genet or Arthur Rimbaud, I roam these mean streets like a villain, a vagabond, an outcast, scavenging for the scraps that may perchance plummet off humanity's dirty plates, though often sometimes taking a cab to a restaurant is more convenient.

As long as I have the talent and there's a demand for the old Chinese man - whether he's a philosopher, or a master, or an old-time restaurant owner, or a villain, or a so-called good guy - I will always be working.

There's only a couple times when fame is ever helpful. Sometimes you can get into a restaurant where the kitchen is just closing. Sometimes you can avoid a traffic violation. But the only time it really matters is in the emergency room with your kids. That's when you want to be noticed, because it's very easy to get forgotten in an ER.

Whenever I'd go to restaurants, the main chef came out and was cooking for me, and he's asking me how the food is. I get, like, VIP service, so it's weird.

It's kind of awkward to eat alone in a restaurant because everybody's looking at me.

The whole restaurant was really about duck, the fact that you passed the tiny kitchen on the way to the tables and the chefs were knee-deep in ducks in there, raw ducks getting plucked, roasted ducks, fried duck legs, ducks cooked six ways from Sunday, the fact that what about that dish they had where the duck was served in a sea of green olives, just like a sea, like two hundred olives at least.

Do you even know what a salad is?" "Sure," Jordan said, smiling. "It's that stuff they invented a sneeze-guard for.

I love the story of the salesman who sat looking through the window of a hotel restaurant. Outside raged a blinding snowstorm. "Do you think the roads will be clear enough in the morning to travel?" he asked his waiter. "That depends," the waiter replied. "Are you on salary or commission?

There is something universal about being stood up in a city restaurant between one and two—a spiritual no-man's-land, whose blasted trees, entrenchments, and ratholes we all share, disarmed by the gullibility of our hearts.

The peculiar dignity of men seen eating alone in restaurants on national holidays

Last time I was down South I walked into this restaurant, and this white waitress came up to me and said: 'We don't serve colored people here.' I said: 'that's all right, I don't eat colored people. Bring me a whole fried chicken.

Last time I was down South, I walked into this restaurant. This white waitress came up to me and said, 'We don't serve colored people here.' I said, 'That's all right, I don't eat colored people. Bring me a whole fried chicken.' About that time, these three cousins came in. You know the ones I mean, Ku, Klux and Klan. They said, 'Boy, we're givin' you fair warnin. Anything you do to that chicken, we're gonna do to you.' So I put down my knife and fork, picked up that chicken, and kissed it.