Word: waitering
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...drinks. And I'm not just talking about American-style fast food joints. At the end of a meal at one of New Delhi's toniest restaurants last week the bill came accompanied by a feedback form - rate the "ambience and d?cor," the "value of meal" - that the waiter urged me to fill out, sounding an off note at the end of a pleasant evening. And what to make of the little card asking me to "Tell Us What You Think" that dropped out of a free 2007 calendar that I received at my office a couple weeks ago. Should...
...calories on the five-course Italian dinner. You can survive some of the more awkward first date moments, such as ordering the high-ticket item on the menu, without abandoning the comfort of your pajamas. Animated figures called avatars stand in and react like you would when the waiter dumps hot soup into your virtual lap. The avatars move, speak, and even kiss goodnight...
...woman I used to know told me she made a point of mispronouncing words in fine restaurants, because she knew it drove her husband crazy. "What's this gunnotchy?" she would ask the waiter, pointing to gnocchi on the menu. Once she even pronounced "steak" to rhyme with "leak." Years earlier, in a snooty French eatery, her husband had expressed embarrassment over her pronunciation of huitres, and she was still getting him back. I thought about that couple as I took in this week's news of Jason and Joumana Kidd. The former, a pro basketball star, had filed...
...Palace, filled its pages with research about Burma under the British. Pascal Khoo Thwe, in his From the Land of Green Ghosts, offered a lyrical and inspiring look at life within a Karen Christian village (and the ongoing Karen insurrection), and of his own unlikely passage from guerrilla and waiter to Cambridge student. Even Amy Tan's last novel, Saving Fish From Drowning, is set in Burma, among American tourists who bat back and forth the arguments for and against boycotts. Thant Myint-U does not command the page as these others do, but he gives us both the savory...
...last time I ate Nyonya was at an outdoor food court in Kuala Lumpur. The dish was Chicken Kapitan, a coconut-laced curry redolent with tamarind, turmeric and shrimp paste. The waiter who delivered the bowl of curry was Malay. With me were TIME's Malaysia stringer, an ethnic Indian, and our taxi driver, a Chinese. Both snuck spoonfuls of gravy from my dish. I didn't mind. There was more than enough for all of us to share...