Quotes About Hospitality

She and her late husband, Leander Cross, a prominent surgeon of the darker nation, were, in my childhood, perhaps the leading host of the Gold Coast party circuit, a circuit my parents traveled often, because it was, in those days, what one did: glittering dinner at one house on the Friday, champagne brunch at another on the Sunday, caterers, cooks, even temporary butlers at the ready as the best of black Washington charged about in mad imitation of white people's foolishness.

He has a boiled egg and two glasses of cider at the posthouse while his horses are being changed. The hostler stamps the snow off his boots, scattering white chunks across the gray floorboards. "Everything's ready, Your Excellency.

May you always have ale enough to wet your tongues, wit enough to know friend from foe, and strength enough for every fight.

Where food is taken alone, the repast is meager," answered the ancient one affably. "Yet, where meat is shared among true companions of the hearth, the meal becomes a feast!

Cooking is great, but the meal that has been prepared for you with love is the best.

Ernest performed a strange service for any male in that household. He helped his mother put breakfast on the table, and suggested that she sit down to eat with the rest of us.

you're nuts but you're welcome here.

Now, invite me in, before I lose my temperature.' 'Temper, you mean.' 'No, temperature. It's getting chilly.

Ah, Meese has brought us her finest goblets! A moment, whilst Kruppe sweeps out cobwebs, insect husks and other assorted proofs of said goblets' treasured value.

When I travel to a grand slam, I need to look for a place to stay for me, my family and my team.

I am in the habit, like most British people, of holding the door open for people. But in the U.S., people don't understand it. You get odd looks or doors slammed in your face.

I've always thought a hotel ought to offer optional small animals. I mean a cat to sleep on your bed at night, or a dog of some kind to act pleased when you come in. You ever notice how a hotel room feels so lifeless?

I'm sick of seeing the immigrants in the hotels and the Italians who sleep in cars. This is the racist country.

After a day in Cannes, I pass out before I even get to my bed. I'll get to my room, order room service, shower, and sleep.

I was raised in restaurants. My parents opened their first restaurant, Buonavia, in Queens when I was just 3. This business has always been my way of life. As a kid, home was reserved only for sleeping. After school, you could find my sister and I helping out at the family restaurant.

There was a singer-songwriter who slept on our couch for a year when I was about 7 or 8. She used to sing these songs for us, and I loved it. It was magical to watch her.

I slept on a friend's kitchen floor for a year and a half.

There's magic in seeing slightly familiar faces become new neighborhood friends over ice cream and cold drinks.

My wife doesn't let anyone wear shoes in our house, so we have a bench, and under the bench is all UGGs slippers.

We want to make it clear that Indiana's open for business. We want to make it clear that Hoosier hospitality is not a slogan, it's our way of life. It's the reason why people come here from around the world and they come back again and again. Because Hoosiers are the kindest, most generous, most decent people in the world.

Anybody that's been in Indiana for five minutes knows that Hoosier hospitality is not a slogan, it's a reality.

I like to just make things... If I have the TV on, I'm not just going to sit there. I want to do something with my hands; I've always got a project. Or I get a small group of people over, and I say, 'Let's make these things today.'

With the exception of an occasional cocktail party with friends, my holiday entertaining mostly centers around smaller get-togethers with family.

I have a saying: I try to make the world smaller by making the party bigger.