Word: waitering
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...sense of humor about our mangling of Ethiopian food names, we were rather displeased with the long wait for food. There weren't even any munchies to relieve our hunger pangs after the long walk down Mass. Ave. And it was more disturbing than funny when the other waiter brought us someone else's food for the second time. We didn't appreciate being teased...
Frustrated line-waiter Joshua D. Liston '95came up with his own solution to the problem whiletrying to kill time: "I don't understand why theyjust don't hire more workers," he said...
...hiring of people to put food on our own plates seems a little outdated. I have no problem with going to a restaurant and being served a meal by a waiter. There's as much to gain from rendering good service as in receiving it. Yet being served three meals a day in what is essentially the kitchen of one's own house has the potential of reinforcing a whole range of class tensions and stereotypes that are probably best left unspoken...
...flood's damage were at $500 million; by July 16 the Administration was forecasting $2.5 billion in federal aid and $8 billion in losses. Now experts say the flood may cause about $10 billion in damages. "Coming up with an accurate flood-damage estimate now is like a waiter giving you a restaurant check before you've even ordered the meal," says Morrie Goodman, chief spokesman for the Federal Emergency Management Agency. "There is no official estimate of the Federal Government -- it could be $10 billion, it could be $15 billion. As soon as someone quotes one figure, it turns...
Father Dan is homosexual, like nearly every other character in Jeffrey, Paul Rudnick's rollicking AIDS play. Not sex-mad, exactly -- sex-nutty. "Do you know what it's like in that confessional?" he rhetorically asks Jeffrey, a Manhattan actor-waiter whom the priest has vamped in St. Patrick's Cathedral. " 'Father, I've had impure thoughts about my soccer coach.' Where are the Polaroids? What am I, a mind reader? Say six Hail Marys and bring me his shorts...