Best Restaurant Poems

*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak,...

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Were I a restaurant proprietor
Al fresco and exclusively for poets
My menu would be cryptic metaphors
Original from memories echoic

Spring rhymes of happy times and brighter days
Fresh...

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In a  warm restaurant interior
Lazing away, coffee in hand
A hot form sitting across, a platter of fruits 
My heart skipped a beat, as she...

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there is a reason i requested this restaurant
much to ponder tonight in our realm
i brought you here on our first date
praying anxiously for a Lady...

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'It's A Small World' Restaurant ~ Hudson Valley, New York


My restaurant makes sense, it's rational...
     the food I serve is multinational;
selected...

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If there's one thing I have a weakness for

It's a restaurant that gets my vote for these ten simple reasons

ONE... the ambience when you walk...

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My Imaginary Restaurant


Welcome here all if customized hospitality is in your needs
My Restaurant- “Skyline Swishes” it’s name crystal board reads
Its a see-through double globe with...

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Had a chicken dinner in a restaurant last night
Asked the waitress for discount coz we were so nice
She looked quite amazed
Figured I was a bit...

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I have a bistro in Tuscany surrounded by fine dining and wine-
“La Rosa” is where Tony married me and I just had to make it...

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The old wood building is sadly vacant and needs repairs,
      but I have a dream to purchase it and bring...

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It is not like these restaurants in America 
with their sterile atmospheres: slick new furniture,
stylized art, ambient lights, and every angle 
rationalized to the judgment...

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I just walked past the restaurant
A terrific place I used to go
Early in the evening hours
Of a chilly and recent past night
The fullness of the...

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30/09/2016

My imaginary restaurant 


Driving on N2 road between Mtata and Dutywa.
You wouldn't pass without stopping by.
The smell
The smile on the faces
Of people coming out of...

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It wouldn’t be Thanksgiving,
Despite the turkey meal,
If I missed Arlo Guthrie’s song,
My husband at the wheel.

For every year, Thanksgiving Day,
As it approaches noon,
We find the...

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Italian restaurant; pasta and wine - red, like the eyes of a bat,
Screeching from a cave, dark as the eyes of a snowman,
Coal plucked from...

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