Quotes About Restaurant

Pizza made me who I am. In the summer of 1998, I dropped out of college and started a pizza restaurant called Growlies in my hometown in rural Canada. My seed money: a credit card with a $20,000 limit.

My favourite area of Milano is by the canons - I go to an authentic Italian restaurant around there on a Sunday for delicious food.

When I was really, really young, I wanted to be a cook at Bob Evans because my parents would always go there every Sunday after church.

My restaurant, Tex Wasabi's, we have a whole 'Minute to Win It' challenge going on on Sundays already. The show hasn't even aired and they're already doing challenges where people are coming and participating. I think it's going to take over.

So I'm tellin' you now- Tony drew himself up to his most impressive height and slapped his hat on his head -from now on you're off my list, Nick.If you wanna eat in my restaurant, you better bring Laurie with you!

Benjamin Hey, who wants Chinese Takeout I know a great place Wayne I'll have the cream of sum yung guy.

Safia Bourihane sat alone, her thumb on her detonator, her eyes on her watch. Carter raised the phone to his ear and again ordered Mikhail to leave the restaurant at once. Gabriel still couldn't

I have always felt that solo guests pay us the ultimate compliment by joining us for a meal. Their visit has no ulterior motive (it involves no business, romance, or socializing). These guests simply want to do something nice for themselves, chez nous. Why wouldn't we reward that?

I have taken from the continued success of Union Square Café is that willingness to overcome difficult cimcumstances is a crucial character trait in my employees, partners, and restaurants.

Road Kill Cafe, you kill 'em, we grill 'em!

There's always a smelly dumpster behind a place that prepares a lot of food.

jacket and tie and tossed them onto the couch. "Now we can go!" He took her arm and led the way to the van, held the doors open and put Kenzie in with her car seat first, then held Indie's door for her. When they were both in, he went around and got behind the wheel, and drove them to one of his favorite restaurants: Taco Bell!

Yes, and look at the corpses. Place always reminds me of that old thing in Punch, you know—'Waiter, take away Lord Whatsisname, he's been dead two days.' Look at Old Ormsby there, snoring

The waiter approached. 'Would you like to see the menu?' he said. 'Or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day?' 'Huh?' said Ford. 'Huh?' said Arthur. 'Huh?' said Trillian. 'That's cool,' said Zaphod. 'We'll meet the meat.

Would you like to see the menu? he said, or would you like meet the Dish of the Day? ... "Good evening," it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in parts of my body?

Fenchurch had red mullet and said it was delicious. Arthur had a swordfish steak and said it made him angry. He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her. "Why's this fish so bloody good?" he demanded, angrily.

In Santa Barbara they stopped at a fish restaurant in what seemed to be a converted warehouse. Fenchurch had red mullet and said it was delicious. Arthur had a swordfish steak and said it made him angry. He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her. Why's this fish so bloody good? he demanded, angrily. Please excuse my friend, said Fenchurch to the startled waitress. I think he's having a nice day at last.

Just as Einstein observed that space was not an absolute but depended on the observer's movement in space, and that time was not an absolute, but depended on the observer's movement in time, so it is now realized that numbers are not absolute, but depend on the observer's movement in restaurants.

The waiter smiled a polite little waiter's smile. He had almost exhausted his polite little waiter repertoire and would soon be slipping into his role of a rather tight-lipped and sarcastic little waiter.

He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her. 'Why's this fish so bloody good?' he demanded, angrily. 'Please excuse my friend,' said Fenchurch to the startled waitress. 'I think he's having a nice day at last.

Seen from the outside, which it never is, the Restaurant resembles a giant glittering starfish beached on a forgotten rock. Each of its arms house the bars, the kitchens, the force-field generators which protect the entire structure and the decayed hunk of planet on which it sits, and the Time Turbines which slowly rock the whole affair backward and forward across the crucial moment.

them, behind the trees, the strange Italian restaurant that had brought these, their real bodies, to this, the real, present world of Krikkit. The strong grass under their feet was real, the rich soil real, too. The heady fragrances from the tree, too, were real. The night was real night. Krikkit. Possibly the most dangerous place in the Galaxy for anyone who isn't Krikkiter to stand.

Milliways!" said Ford. "Yes, sir," said the waiter, laying on the patience with a trowel, "this is Milliways—the Restaurant at the End of the Universe." "End of what?" said Arthur.

I'll do the jokes,' snarled Ford. 'No,' said Harl. 'You will do the restaurant column.' ... 'You what?' said Ford. 'No. Me Harl. You Prefect. You do restaurant column. Me editor. Me sit here tell you you do restaurant column. You get?