Word: waitere
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...palace that he wanted it to be "a balcony of flowers overlooking Rome." Whenever Hilton appears at one of his hotels, the staff jumps to give him royal treatment-and sometimes stumbles. His bathtub at the New York Hilton was cracked, and at the Waldorf recently a flustered waiter forgot to serve him the ham he ordered with his eggs. In London he was delayed in a faulty elevator for 15 minutes, and in Amsterdam every spigot he turned in his room produced only boiling hot water. Yet Hilton is a gentle executive who never has a sharp rebuke...
Christine eventually took a job in a London dress house. At a small Soho cafe called The Zodiac, she met a Spanish waiter named Carlo, began spending weekends with him at his seedy Soho boardinghouse. Then a girl friend introduced her to a U.S. Air Force sergeant. "Night after night we whooped it up with the Yanks," recalls the friend. "They were twelve very gay months." But Christine got pregnant, gave birth prematurely to a son she called Peter. The infant died six days later. Christine was just...
...right gun (8.5 oz. Beretta .25); wouldn't be caught dead, when he skindives after a killer, in anything but the very latest scuba suit. What's more, he is a cooking kook who cares more for his belly than he does for Britain-the sort of waiter baiter who considers himself a gourmet because he speaks menu French and probably reads the food page in Playboy. And of course he is a martini crank ("vodka not gin, shaken not stirred"), a tailor's dummy (Benson, Perry and Whitley, 9 Cork Street, London W.1), and a blood...
Michael Guilloton, the head-waiter in the nightclub, however, is thoroughly delightful. A la Peter Ustinov, he cleverly develops comedy in lines that could easily pass unnoticed, and his sense of pace keeps the play moving when other...
Then one night in Pasadena, Calif., a German immigrant waiter named Johann Meindl was watching television and heard an art restorer remark that there were many masterpieces hanging incognito on people's walls whose value not even their owners dreamed of. Meindl wondered whether the two pocket-sized paintings (one is 6¾ by 4⅝ in., the other 6¼ by 3⅝ in.) he had been given in 1946 by an old teacher of his in Munich, Fräulein Josephine Werkman, just before her death, might be worth something. He took them to the restorer...