Quotes About Hospitality

I was always inspired by restaurants like La Tulipe in Manhattan. You'd walk right by and say, 'Oh what a lovely house.' You didn't realize there was a restaurant behind the door.

When my husband and I worked as line cooks in LA, we lived in a constant state of broke and tired.

There is a particular hapiness in giving a man whom you like very much, good food that you have cooked yourself.

Hospitality, however, seeks to minister. It says, "This home is not mine. It is truly a gift from my Master. I am His servant and I use it as He desires." Hospitality does not try to impress, but to serve.

Secular entertaining is a terrible bondage. Its source is human pride. Demanding perfection, fostering the urge to impress, it is a rigorous taskmaster which enslaves. In contrast, Scriptural hospitality is a freedom which liberates.

Come and take your seat, Lady Dorina.

Before I left, I just wanted to say . . . thank you." It came out a little strangled. I thought about it for a moment. "You're welcome?" "Do you know what I'm thanking you for?" Damn. I'd hoped he wouldn't ask that. It couldn't be for lunch, since we'd never had any. And I guessed we wouldn't now, what with a possessed fridge and all. "No?" I said, figuring I had a fifty-fifty shot.

You decent?" I pulled the towel up a little higher. "Yes, if my wrinkled toes don't offend." Marco's swarthy head popped around the doorjamb. "Naw, they're cute.

If there is room in your heart, you'll make room in your home.

Southern hospitality and Amish cooking - Ya'll Come Back, Danki.

And she knows how to come into a home and not step on the toes of a ghost.

The travel and tourism industry, it's just a huge part of our economy.

We call them taxis where I come from. And bookstores." God, he was stuffy. "We call them manners where I come from, Ms. Lane. Have you any?

He dropped into an armchair near the fireplace and patted his thigh. "Bring your bonny self over here, wee English.

If you want to meet a woman, it's best just to smile and say hi.

People think of the green pastoral when they think of lovers in nature. Those English poets used the vales and streams to douse their lusts into verse. But the desert offers something that no forest brook or valley ever can: distance. A cloudless rooming house for couples. Skies that will host any visitors' dreams with the bald hospitality of pure space.

But the desert offers something that no forest, brook or valley ever can: distance. A cloudless rooming house for couples. Skies that will host any visitors' dreams with the bald hospitality of pure space.

The month before I had found a cockroach in a bowl of onion soup and, when I complained, the waiter dutifully removed it and returned with another bowl from the same pot. Sheepishly, I explained that I no longer had an appetite for onion soup. A few days later, when I told the hotel manager how disappointed I was to find that onion soup was no longer on the menu, he said, 'Oh, we ran out of cockroaches.

My host at Richmond, yesterday morning, could not sufficiently express his surprise that I intended to venture to walk as far as Oxford, and still farther. He however was so kind as to send his son, a clever little boy, to show me the road leading to Windsor.

I loved everything about Spain - the people, the language, and the food!

A plate of lobster rolls came next, followed by a romaine lettuce salad in a cut-glass bowl topped with fresh pear slices, walnuts, cranberries, and blue cheese crumbles. Glasses of sparkling water. "Apple dumplings for dessert," said Amelia, as she settled on the chair Cade held for her. She gave him a soft smile, patted his hand. "Help yourselves.

People who insist on calculating in detail exactly who had what when it comes to dividing up the bill are despised, not just because they are miserly, but because such discussions involve a prolonged breach of the money-talk taboo.

Sybil even criticized Elizabeth's housekeeping, condemning her further as a woman who could not properly perform the role society expected. Of one impromptu supper party, Sybil recalled censoriously, "She was out of bread and had to make biscuit for dinner.

In 1829, when Boston's Tremont House opened its Greek Revival doors, the hotel world changed forever. Its innovations included individual patent locks on each of the 170 rooms, French cooking, gaslight in the public rooms and a substantial chunk