Yes, ma'am - we noticed you having a choking fit during the salad course and thought you might like one.
Waiter, there's a crochet hook in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Sorry madam, its actually a bent chopstick. Some of our guests like to use chopsticks to eat the thickest parts of this particular soup.
Waiter, there's a USB stick in my soup!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Is there, ma'am? Our apologies; there appears to have been a recent outbreak of corporate espionage in the area.
Waiter, there's a rubber duck in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Yes, a tiny rubber duck would be just the garnish to set off your Chinese Roast Duck Noodle Soup, when similar style soups can be also done with chicken, or other choices of meat.
Waiter! There is a book in my soup!
Yes, sir, it's a thicker version of Alphabet Soup.
Waiter! There's a pair of spectacles in my soup!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Yes, this soup is famous for improving your sight!
Waiter! There's a harmonica in my soup!
~ Wunder
"The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles but to irrigate deserts." ~ C. S. Lewis, The Abolition of Man
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That's to encourage you to blow on your soup before you take a bite.
Waiter! There's a scarf in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
That scarf is a treasure when it is duly unpacked. Worn around your neck, it will soothe your sore throat, along with the extra helping to take away, of our famed chicken soup.
Waiter! There is a mobile phone in my soup!
My apologies, madame - it fell out of my pocket while I was carrying your soup.
Waiter, there's a ball of yarn in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Sorry madam, it looked like a meatball to me.
Waiter, there's a Christmas decoration in my soup!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
My apologies, madame. The bus boys got a little too enthusiastic about decorating for the holiday.
Waiter, there's a doll in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
A doll? The cook must have misheard your request for a dollop of cream...
Waiter! There's a snowman in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
Yes, ma'am, he's just here to make sure you have a(n) ice meal...
Waiter, there's a badger in my soup!
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)
Sorry ma'am, I heard you mention you needed Trufflehunter, but perhaps you just hoped to eat truffles later in your meal?
Waiter, there's a metal dish washing scourer in my soup!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Yes, that comes with the 'scour' cream...
Waiter! There's a rooster in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton