Word: grilling
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...very busy doing what I'm doing and not realizing that we are less than two feet from the cage door where the zookeeper's trying to get out and the animal's still trying to attack Phil. It's shoving its claws and its paws through the iron grill on the cage door. The zookeeper gets out and locks it and this dragon continues to slam its body against the door to try to get out and continue to attack him. Its underbelly is slamming against this metal grill about two feet from Phil's head...
...Amira had already collected his ration and loaded it onto his cart. He was sweaty, dirty and angry. He came early, but it was hot even at 8 a.m. First, he pressed through a crowd of men to hand his ticket to a clerk behind a chicken-wire grill. The clerk stamped his ticket and Abu Amira jockeyed at another window for the second stamp required for him to collect his meager ration for the month. His battered donkey cart was loaded with enough milk, oil, sugar and rice to last his family of five for a week...
...Bob’s approach to a difficult budget or financial crises was to recognize the extreme uncertainty and then bring the smartest people he could in each relevant area and then grill them until you had done everything possible to reduce the uncertainty, “ Sperling adds...
...Phil and I headed to the Grill Room at the Four Seasons, the hardest place in Manhattan to get a table for lunch. I approached Julian Niccolini, the managing partner, and said, "I don't have a reservation, but I do have the Stanley Cup." Julian led us to a table and placed the Cup on it. By the end of the meal, nearly every diner had cell-phoned his assistant to bring a camera so he could get a picture with it. When we asked for a check, Julian refused our money. Phil and I belched the satisfied belches...
...Phil and I headed to the Grill Room at the Four Seasons, the hardest place in Manhattan to get a table for lunch. I approached Julian Niccolini, the managing partner, and said, "I don't have a reservation, but I do have the Stanley Cup." Julian led us to a table and placed the Cup on it. By the end of the meal, nearly every diner had cell-phoned his assistant to bring a camera so he could get a picture with it. When we asked for a check, Julian refused our money. Phil and I belched the satisfied belches...