We wanted to bring up the spice level and make it hot, hot, hot!
Waiter, there's a pen in my soup!
"But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did." - (King Edmund the Just, Horse and his Boy)
Yes, sir - the pen is for you to write your dessert order with!
Wait, there's a zipper in my soup!
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Yes, that's how we get the zip into our zippy zesty zoupa!
Waiter, there's a calendar in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
Why, yes, we wanted to be sure we got it to you in a timely manner!
Waiter, there's a football in my soup!
memento mori
Wow! The club board will be so grateful for the return of the football from this year's missing Grand Final football trophy! I understand that you will get a season's free tickets as a reward! Plus a club themed face mask, & a souvenir t-shirt, in your size. They might even throw in a nice, warm, hooded anorak for you to wear.
Waiter, there is a very small Chinese pagoda in my soup!
Yes, if you collect them all you can have a not-so-small diorama! Don't miss the bamboo forest piece, it has the most adorable panda figurine.
Waiter, there's a shoelace in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
We thought it would tie the meal together nicely.
Waiter, there's a book in my soup!
Movie Aristotle, AKA Risto
Yes, sir - since you're dining alone, we thought you might want some company, and what better company than a good book?
Waiter, there's a knight from a chess set in my soup!
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Yes, your seat is E4. He should be gone soon enough. Watch out for an advancing pawn!
Waiter, there's a set of advent candles in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
Oui, madame. We thought you might wish to celebrate the season.
Waiter, there's a popcorn garland in my soup!
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Not anymore. Now it is just a soggy string in a mush. So much for a soup with all the trimmings!
Waiter, there is a comb in my soup.
Movie Aristotle, AKA Risto
Yes we did have to "comb" the district for the ingredients & recipe for your Jugged Hare special request.
Waiter! There is a RAAF airman's peaked Forage Cap in my soup.
My pardon, madame. It appears someone has made a crash landing in the restaurant.
Waiter, there's a soup tureen in my soup!
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
That is correct, sir. Did you not order the everlasting all-you-can-eat soup? It's our house specialty.
Waiter, there is a monocle in my soup!
But, of course, mademoiselle - all the better for you to see what you're eating!
Waiter, there's a sleigh bell in my soup!
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.