People Who Love Dining Out Pillows

Hugo's in a peevish mood today, I'd finish that broccoli if I were you

"M'lady, we’ve reached peak Brooklyn."

"The menu just says fried fish, but may I give you a more compelling, surprisingly lyrical description?"

"Waitress, have you smoked salmon..?"

"Just bring me something that's going to look good on social media."

"And the cheese in your omelette? Cheddar, Brie, aged Gouda, Morbier, Torta del Casar, Double Gloucester, Époisses, Shropshire blue, or American?"

Life is for the birds.

'A cheeky red?'

"And which regional cuisine would you be interested in this evening—Northwester, Southwestern, Southeastern, or Northeastern?"

'Why, of course I remember our first date -- I had filet mignon, potatoes au gratin, sauteed....'

"You said the cauliflower is locally grown – would you elaborate?"

'Only the years when the market was Bullish...'

'Of course you're very dear to me - that meal just cost a fortune.'

"I'm not weird I'm a 'person of weirdness'."

Self Service Restaurant: 'Where do you keep the eggs?'

'We have a beautiful relationship. Why spoil it with a hug?'

'Sorry, but we're going out for dinner.'

"They haven't said two words to each other—it's sad... I hope we don't end up like that." "They keep talking to each other—it's exhausting... So glad we don't have to do that."

"War is hell and so is this soup."

"Tonight, perhaps Mrs. Lewis would prefer this quiet little table for two from which to send back her entrée?"

"Rump roast?"

Today's special... donuts.

"Vindaloo hot enough?"

"Can you come back? We're still counting carbs."

"Something's wrong with the broccoli. Please take it back to the kitchen and have it genetically modified."

'Waiter...my entrée fell over.'

"...But ASIDE from that, how was your trip to France?"

"Don't you just hate restaurants that make you feel rushed?"

"Pizza sounds wonderful. Italian, Greek or Hipster?"

Jeff soon discovered his mistake in ordering the one ton soup.

Benihana style of cooking.

"I hope you won't repent afterwards, Vicar, It's a devilishly hot vindaloo!"