My wife and I run a small restaurant where we often name our specials after our employees, dishes like “Sally's Chicken” after our maitre d who gave us the recipe, and “Rod’s Ribs” after a waiter who had his personal style of barbecue.
One evening after rereading the menu, I broke with this tradition and changed the description of the special we had named after our chef.
Despite her skills and excellent reputation, somehow I didn’t think an entrée named “Salmon Ella” would go over big with our customers.
I tried cooking with wine for the first time.
After five glasses, I forgot why I was in the kitchen.
A careful shopper in the fish market asked as to the freshness of the fish she was considering.
"Fresh? Why this fish took its last breath just as you entered the market," replied the manager.
The shopper, who had done business here before indicated, "And what a breath it has."
Customer in a waterfront restaurant: “Waiter, these are very small oysters!”
Waiter: “Yes sir, they are very small.”
Customer: “Also, they do not appear to be very fresh!”
Waiter with a resourceful response: “Then it’s lucky they’re small, ain’t it sir?”