Quotes About Hospitality

What did the plate say to the napkin? "Dinner is on me.

I tell them to bring him in. He comes in smiling in triumph. And he can't speak English. After his hours of waiting we cannot talk. I feel rather sorry for him and we do our best. Finally, with the aid of about everyone in the hotel he manages to ask: "Do you like France?" "Yes," I answer. He is satisfied.

De fapt, îmi plac turiÈ™tii, pentru c? oamenii sunt mult mai simpatici în vacan?? decât atunci când bat uÈ™ile birourilor.

The Episcopalian ideal of a gentleman is a man who, if a lady falls down drunk, will pick her up off the floor and freshen up her drink. You practically have to be on the list for your second liver transplant before a Southern Episcopalian notices that you drink too much.

I owe you a six-pack." "Imported?" "Will Detroit do?" Roper laughed. "Detroit, Milwaukee, St. Paul. Any of those exotic places. Just as long as it makes foam when you pour it in the glass.

We sat on the floor for dinner. Ananya's father passed me a banana leaf. I wondered if i had to eat it or wipe my hands with it.

Hello, Madhav,' Mr Somani said. He shook my hand in an extra-friendly way, as if to compensate for the doubts of a few seconds ago.

Chowder breathes reassurance. It steams consolation.

Soup is liquid comfort.

The return from the walk, and the arrival of tea, should be exactly coincident, and not later than a quarter past four.

Our camp-kettle, filled from the brook, hummed doubtfully for a while, then busily bubbled under the sidelong glare of the flames—cups clinked and rattled—the fragrant steam ascended; and soon this little circlet in the wilderness grew warm and genial as my lady's drawing-room.

Mrs. Harker gave us a cup of tea, and I can honestly say that, for the first time since I have lived in it, this old house seemed like home.

With tea, one is always in company, even when taken alone.

A meal without wine is like a day without sunshine.

One cannot have too large a party.

Come, landlord, fill a flowing bowl, until it does run over; To-night we all will merry be, to-morrow we'll get sober.

Where the hostess is handsome the wine is good.

The sweetest words in the English language are: — "Welcome. Make yourself at home."

Dere må kjenne deres fiender! Dere skal være klar over at Synden er den farligste fienden! Og dere må aldri be Synden hjem til dere! Be aldri Synden på middag! IKKE ENGANG SPANDER EN KOPP KAFFE PÅ SYNDEN?!»

a large silver tray, holding twelve covered dishes

Little goat, when you are able, Come and clear away my table.

Along with the provision that God gives, He also has provided the means (asb?b) by which one must seek out his provision. One person may be in possession of a meal that is meant for another, who then is invited to the former's home for that very meal. So a person never loses anything by feeding a guest. It is a provision meant for that guest, which was already decreed by God.

Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you were born, it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fired chicken, football, beer, and country music. It's being hospitable and devoted to screen porches, magnolias, red velvet cake, coca cola, and each other. We don't become southern--we're born that way.

Pinky Fein, a friend of Oscar's, owns the Gilded Lily, a four-star Midtown restaurant renowned for its beggar purses- paper-thin crepes filled with créme fraîche and Beluga caviar, tied into small bundles with chives, lightly sprayed with edible gold leaf, and presented like candles in a candelabra.