Saumon grillee a la maitre d'hotel.
"The Gourmet's Guide to Europe" by Algernon Bastard
And the Promoter, Maitre Jean d'Estivet, on his part, addressed many a reprimand to Messire Jean Massieu.
"The Life of Joan of Arc, Vol. 1 and 2 (of 2)" by Anatole France
It is here I practise with my maitre d'armes, and with Montpace and Bourdon, our two officers.
"Saint Bartholomew's Eve" by G. A. Henty
The chief maitre d'hotel had hastened out to receive them.
"Mr. Grex of Monte Carlo" by E. Phillips Oppenheim
My maitre d'hotel will look to your men with the help of the French sailor whom you sent up with your message.
"From Powder Monkey to Admiral" by W.H.G. Kingston
The maitre d'hotel came up and asked that the chorus should be played again as an encore.
"The Belovéd Vagabond" by William J. Locke
His maitre d'hotel took the joints off the table, cut them up in portions, and then handed them round.
"The Surrender of Napoleon" by Sir Frederick Lewis Maitland
Remove to hot serving platter and spread with Maitre d'Hotel Butter.
"Fifty-Two Sunday Dinners" by Elizabeth O. Hiller
The moment the others had left the room, I turned to ask for' the maitre d'armes.
"Tom Burke Of "Ours", Volume I (of II)" by Charles James Lever
It was monsieur pinked Francois, the maitre d'armes?
"Tom Burke Of "Ours", Volume II (of II)" by Charles James Lever
You're welcomed warmly by an elegant maitre d.
Martin Garbisu, maitre d' of the Jockey Club , 1988.
Martin Garbisu, maitre d' of the Jockey Club, 1988.
Marcel's Maitre d's Questionable Seating Practices.
In its latest installment of The Gatekeepers, which features "the fine ladies and gentlemen that stand between you and some your favorite impossible-to-get tables," Eater interviews Marcel's maitre d' of the past 13 years, Adnane Kebaier.
Best Coney Island Maitre d'.
James Stanley Nicas, Maitre d'Hotel/Beverage Manager, The Castle Restaurant, Leicester, MA.
"WE WERE 'Mad Men,' " recalls George Futak, the Vesper Club's maitre d' since 1990, talking about a much earlier era.
Maitre d' Dave Cesaro prepares steak tartare at Bridge Ten Brasserie.
Have you ever felt like Monty Python's Mr Creosote, the bloated epicurean who explodes in a gory mess when he surrenders to the inducements of an evil maitre d' offering him a "wafer-thin mint" after a laughably enormous feast.
Well, you've heard of surrendering your guns at the door of the saloon or surrendering items before boarding a plane, but what about handing over your phone to the Maitre-d before being seated.
Your role is take that of a maitre d'hotel.