If you're not at the table, you're on the menu
I have an impressionable palate. A well-worded menu or beautifully presented dish excites me. I get a great deal of pleasure just thinking about food.
If it doesn't taste good it doesn't go on the menu
I don't like it when I go to a restaurant and I'm lectured from the menu.
In the sixties, everyone you knew became famous. My flatmate was Terence Stamp. My barber was Vidal Sassoon. David Hockney did the menu in a restaurant I went to. I didn't know anyone unknown who didn't become famous.
I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?
If you don't have a seat at the table, you're probably on the menu.
I can’t go to a restaurant and order food because I keep looking at the fonts on the menu.
In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.
I think of music as a menu. I can't eat the same thing every day.
The golden rule when reading the menu is, if you cannot pronounce it, you cannot afford it.
Advice is like food, and teaching is a menu.
Undecidability is a useful category even in dealing with restaurant menus.
I like Washington a great deal. I enjoyed living there. But then I've enjoyed living almost everywhere I've ever been. I just find that it's a different menu wherever you go.
I don't cook, so my favorite dish to prepare is something on the takeout menu.
The waiter approached. 'Would you like to see the menu?' he said. 'Or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day?' 'Huh?' said Ford. 'Huh?' said Arthur. 'Huh?' said Trillian. 'That’s cool,' said Zaphod. 'We'll meet the meat.