Laugh off the restaurant bill!

There’s more fish in the dish than the ordinary connoisseur may reckon. But the good old gourmet can belch his benevolent belly he’ll never have to put up with the poor man’s mess. It’s the one without the dough that has to make do with the eating house that’s lived much of its life as the dog’s manger.

But this haughty attendant always had a funny snide to tide with the demanding customer. “There’s a fly in the soup,” came one complainant. “And what can you expect at our rates,” replied the sarcastic waiter, “a dumpling dinosaur.?!”

But this customer declared with much consternation: “Bearer, I’ve found a screw in my soup!” “Lucky you,” came the bearer, “The last person that didn’t find it choked over it and died!”

But this middle-class Molly was quite alarmed at the sight of the bill at the upper class restaurant he went to. When the waiter asked him whether he’d like to have dessert after the main course was over, he replied: “No…no dessert please!… With your rates, I’ve already chewed my brains up for dessert.!”