"Forgive my dwelling so tensely on the bill-of-fare," he said, when the waiter had gone.
Why, they might as well charge us for the bill-of-fare at a first-class restaurant.
“I see no pickles, olives or cheese on the bill-of-fare,” said the doctor, lowering her lorgnette.
Bananas, oranges and artichokes had no place on his bill-of-fare.
They say you might as well be charged for the bill-of-fare when you dine at a restaurant.
Certainly the public is entitled to whatever we print upon our bill-of-fare.
There was only a small and not an altogether inviting-looking lunch room, and here the bill-of-fare was decidedly meagre.
Sure enough, when I told him what my bill-of-fare now was he threw up his hands and said: “Man, those things will kill you!”
After three centuries we have not yet plucked up courage to spell this pet phrase of the bill-of-fare writers as an English word.
If it tasted rather fishy, the fish themselves tasted muddy; on the whole, however, our bill-of-fare was a tolerable one.