I'll have that one, please.
I was in the Far East and I went into a restaurant and I ordered octopus and the waiter said: "It takes four hours." I asked why and he said: "It keeps turning off the gas."
Know how to behave at a fine restaurant, which is a telltale measure of social maturity.
I don't cook, I can't cook, and it is really abominable to see me in the kitchen. I order in takeaway food or get my friends to cook because a lot of them are very good.
I hate kitchens. I don't understand these enormous American kitchens that take up half the living room and then they just order pizza.
I have an issue with others ordering for me, and I spend far too long haranguing people that my choices are the best. I apologize for the amount of conversations I have ruined with this attitude.
John Kerry couldn't even order a Philly cheesesteak properly.
I'm a picky eater, so, often, if I can't find something to eat at catering, I order pizza.
I.. Uh...What are you having?... Did you make some of those up
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?
I can cook a little bit but pretty much when I get back from practice I am pretty tired that I just order out.
