Word: waiters
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...equal success. Take Le Gourmand, which despite its French name offers the local cuisine. Run for three years by Bruce Naftaly, 34, and Robin Sanders, 35, the restaurant produces lackluster food and some needless extra irritants. The tone of service is both chummy and didactic. An unsmilingly intent preppie waiter offers the "observation" that the regular coffee has far more flavor than the espresso. As for ice cream, one can have it "nestled" beside a poached pear, but in the waiter's opinion, "it is good enough to stand on its own," a promise not fulfilled by the bland dessert...
...championships. Boyd, 21, is a young phenom on a tear, leading an inspired team that will be playing to the home folks. In mid-December he won the ferocious downhill at Val Gardena, Italy, for the second year in a row. Grrrr! Another helping of your 20-penny galvanized, waiter, with a quart of jalapeno sauce...
...usually try to arrange group fares." On the road, the activities occasionally deviate somewhat from physics. One night Stephen accompanied a group to a Chicago discotheque, where he joined in the festivities by wheeling onto the dance floor and spinning his chair in circles. Later, in a restaurant, a waiter passed the cork from a newly opened bottle of wine under Stephen's nose. The computer beeped, and the voice proclaimed, "Very good." Hawking was just being polite; the tracheostomy also deprived him of his sense of smell. Says Indian-born Amarjit Chohan, one of Stephen's nurses: "There...
...better the lot of the average worker. The money has been used to repair roads, complete the airport and build a bright pink mental institution to replace the one accidentally destroyed by American bombs. But impatience abounds. "We should have moved much faster than we have," says a waiter at a near empty beachfront hotel. "Except for the airport, I haven't seen much improvement...
Gloating was inevitable, from the bad jokes making the rounds in San Francisco's financial district (What do you call a 28-year-old trader in suspenders? Hey, waiter!) to the hand-lettered sign in the window of Cafe Chameleon, a Manhattan nightclub: SO YOUR BROKER'S A LITTLE BROKER? Says Edward Singer, 62, a Portland, Ore., broker: "These younger money managers had become godlike in giving advice...