Sentences with phrase «husband out of the restaurant»

Wendy follows her husband out of the restaurant where he dumped her and into a cab driven by Darwan (Ben Kingsley), an Indian Sikh who gained political asylum in the United States due to persecution of people of his religious faith in his homeland.

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Eager to get out of the real estate business and «spending my Sunday afternoons sitting in other people's homes,» she opened a clothing store in the same downtown building where her husband had a restaurant.

Kelly Kim and her husband wanted the name of their new pan-Asian restaurant to stand out, eschewing bland or stereotypical phrases, like bamboo, dragon and lotus.

My husband wanted to go out for lunch at one of my favorite indulgent grilled - cheese restaurants.

My husband loves this idea... since he's been trying to eat healthier and take a lunch to work every day instead of going out and buying food at a restaurant.

I wasn't really confident yet because I was still getting on groove and figured out the dance and everything and we were on our way up to my sisters - in - law wedding up North and we stopped in LA and my son woke up and he was ready to feed and it was end of August and it was 95degress in the car and I was like, «alright, while I guess, here we go», and so we went into this restaurant and I remember, I wasn't so much nervous about flashing the breast.I was more nervous I didn't want anyone seeing my backfat hanging out, so I had my husband standing behind me with this like huge huge receiving blanket and was like «just cover the back fat» I don't want anybody seeing that (laughs), and he said, «what about the front?»

What I tend to do is save these extra calories over the weekend when my husband and I go out to a nice restaurant or go to a social gathering of some sort.

In anticipation of the next time you and your husband hit your favorite restaurant, or the girls meet for a night out, stock your wardr...

I also wanted a dress that I wouldn't wear one time to a wedding, but that I could wear when going out to some of the trendier restaurants that my husband and I visit occasionally.

When she received a letter from her twin sister's husband in Arizona Territory, suggesting she come out to be the bride of his best friend who was opening a restaurant, it seemed like the perfect solution to her problems.

Habeb, a retired office manager, and her husband were leaving a restaurant in the winter of 2004 when she spotted a cat jumping out of the dumpster carrying a chicken bone.

I haven't read Thompson's «sensationalist» book yet, but I imagine it to be the moral equivalent of Anthony Bourdain's amusing copout Kitchen Confidential, where as «insider» he plays the bon - temp roué, and finks on the fact that restaurants throw out their expiring food into our «specials,» and that new brides, perforce inebriated with love for their new husbands, may occasionally (not often, I hope) be found in flagrante being bagged by daredevil waiters out in the trattoria courtyard.

Because of surf conditions we were only able to take one surf - boat trip, but were given MULTIPLE options for how to use the value of our other boat trip: fishing boat trip, massages, dinner out at nice restaurant... My husband and I chose massages!

As soon as the check arrived, the husband paid promptly and he and his wife filed out of the restaurant.