Quotes About Hospitality

Perhaps if you were less heavy-handed in your treatment of the guests you claim to honor and protect, your inn would have a higher rating." He did not. Oh yes, yes he did. "Perhaps if you trained the knights under your command to follow simple orders, your House would've reached greater prominence within your empire.

As long as you were willing to drink beer, get rowdy, and proclaim yourself a Viking, you had a place at their table.

It was just Gaston's luck that Orro's prized duck, which he had worked on for three days, had finished cooking. Gaston cut off another piece, speared a sliver of potato dusted with herbs, and chewed with obvious pleasure. "Should we leave you two alone?" Sean asked.

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Suddenly, he was ravenous. Ramona ladled the soup into two bowls and passed one to him. He drank it. Spiced just right. He took a second swallow. Even better. "Good," he said. She rolled her eyes. "Of course it's good. Everything here is good. They're serving our family recipes." "In that case, I should have said passable." "Clearly, you don't value your life.

Sean cracked a smile. "They are chickens." "Technically they're not even avian." "Dina, we're going to host sixty-one space chickens." I gave up. "Yes." "And they're going to argue philosophy.

The serving girl—plump, round and rosy-cheeked—moved quickly between the tables. The soldiers smiled at her. She felt torn between the desire to smile back at them, because they were young, and the fear of getting a bad reputation, because they were the enemy—so she frowned and tightly pursed her lips, without, however, quite managing to erase the two dimples on her cheeks which showed her secret pleasure.

Come in, defeat, come in and make yourself at home.

When they sat down at a small table and punched in their orders

not only serve the meal, they offer to cut the meat.

bien calzado, bien recibido.

La fiel mujer nos traía vino y comida a la cama; también preparó una tinaja con agua caliente para que nos laváramos, costumbre peruana que ella me había enseñado. Como todo español de origen, Pedro creía que el baño es peligroso, produce debilitamiento de los pulmones y adelgaza la sangre, pero le aseguré que la gente del Perú se bañaba a diario y nadie tenía los pulmones blandos ni la sangre aguada.

puertas en su casa.

It never crosses your mind to praise something another person is wearing, because they're certain to whip it off and give it to you. If there is food left from a meal, the genteel thing is to give it to the guests to take home, just as you never arrive at someone's house with empty hands.

Despite this inexplicable superiority complex, visitors were always warmly received in our home, however vile they might be. In this sense, we Chileans are like the Arabs of the desert: the guest is sacred, and friendship, once declared, is an indissoluble bond.

The first thing we offer a visitor is a tecito, an agüita, or a vinito, a "nice little drink" of tea, water, or wine. We always add the diminutive -ito to our words, almost as an apology for offering, in accord with our desire not to be noticed and our horror of putting on airs, even with words.

Then we offer our guest "pot luck," which means that the mistress of the house will take bread out of her children's mouths to give to the visitor, who is obliged to accept it. If you receive a formal invitation, you can expect a gargantuan feast: the goal is to leave the guests moaning with indigestion for several days. Of course, women always do the hard work.

y su mesa está preparada para quien quiera llegar.

That huge old house, which had an entrance on two streets, was one-story tall with a mansard roof, and it harbored a tribe of great-grandparents, maiden aunts, cousins, servants, poor relatives, and guests who became permanent residents; no one tried to throw them out because in Chile "visitors" are protected by the sacred code of hospitality. There was also an occasional ghost of dubious authenticity, always in plentiful supply in my family.

Despite being English, they served an edible meal.

To see my country with the heart, one must read Pablo Neruda, the national poet who in his verses immortalized the imposing landscapes, the aromas and dawns, the tenacious rain and dignified poverty, the stoicism and the hospitality, of Chile. That is the land of my nostalgia, the one I invoke in my solitude, the one that appears as a backdrop in so many of my stories, the one that comes to me in my dreams.

Despite being English, they served an edible meal.~p 108, A Long Petal of the Sea by Isabel Allende

Despite being English, they served an edible meal. -A Long Petal of the Sea, page 108

On the whole, lying is a cheerful affair. Embellishments are intended to give pleasure. People long to tell you what they imagine you want to hear. They want to amuse you; they want to amuse themselves; they want to show you a good time. This is beyond hospitality. This is art.