Quotes About Hospitality

My interest in how people lived was nourished quite literally by the food I shared with them.

I'll have another bowl of your wonderful soup!

Calcutta's the only city I know where you are actively encouraged to stop strangers at random for a quick chat.

Don't judge a home by its appearance, but by the warmth of its welcome.

Would you like a . . . a cup of cider?" She thought she heard him laugh. "A cup of cider? In the middle of the night?" She smiled, knowing he couldn't see her, but it felt good after a day spent worrying. "It's silly. I'm sorry. Never mind." "No! I'd like a cup of a cider. Or a cup of . . . anything . . . with you, ma'am.

give my family an inch and they'll move into your house and start redecorating.

The front door opened smoothly to my key, the air inside stirred as I came in and it didn't feel over-intimate anymore; it felt like a slight smile and a cool brief touch on the cheek, like a welcome.

Big mistake: that generation is compulsively competitive about generosity, and the biscuits meant she had to get a bag of scones out of the freezer and defrost them in the microwave and butter them and decant jam into a battered little dish, while I sat on the edge of her slippery sofa manically jiggling one knee until Cassie gave me a hairy look and I forced myself to stop. I knew I had to eat the damn things, too, or the "Ah, go on" phase could last for hours.

The corners of Cooper's mouth tucked in, which is as close as he gets to a smile. He said, "Do come in.

There are few things in life more heartwarming than to be welcomed by a cat.

But for true, only a woman can truly welcome a man back home, wash his feet, and fix his plate.

You're always welcome in my home," he had said. And so I decided to take him at his word.

only a woman can truly welcome a man back home, wash his feet, and fix his plate.

Bunny arrived in the mornings and left in the evenings after the supper dishes were washed

Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.

Not to sound too much like Christopher Guest in 'Waiting for Guffman ' but on Thanksgiving you're putting on a show!

The waiter was a kind of surrogate uncle or grandfather for the duration of the meal; he paradoxically made you feel at home by treating you with undisguised contempt.

I lived in an atmosphere where Mama brought 60 Basque refugee children to England during the Spanish Civil War in the 1930s.

Some of my closest friends are Angelo Ogbonna, who's Italian, and Pablo Fornals who is Spanish. His English is good but is not proper. There's enough for me to understand what he's got to say and we can go out and have a meal and be able to speak to each other through it so it is quality.

When we go city by city, country by country, the majority of our hosts, our owners, are simply renting out their spare bedroom.

Every so often, the hospitality industry gives us a champion - a bright spark that lights up a room and makes everyone feel that little bit extra special just by being around them. Simon Lay - aka. Charles Bronson from the East - was such a man.

I came in here and a fella asked me to have a drink. I said I don't drink. Then another fella said hear you and Joe DiMaggio aren't speaking and I said I'll take that drink.

In the South, everyone speaks, if you know each other or not. I'm raising my daughter more Southern, like how her father and I were raised.

I think fine dining should be part of the community where it is, more than just for the people who are going to make a special occasion.