The waiter, seeing my still grief-stricken face offered me a special dessert, on the house.

Eventually a human waiter appeared, and offered him a choice between ten different meals.

A waiter came up and offered her a brief reprieve.

Our waiter pegged us as first-timers and offered to answer any questions.

My waiter offered me a choice of water or vodka to drink.

The waiter took their plates, and offered the dessert menu.

When he popped up, a waiter with a tray offered him shrimp.

"The chef wants you to taste this," our waiter offered.

Our waiter offered water, asking my father, at the head of the table, "Sparkling or flat?"

After a first course of crayfish, the waiter offered him a fresh napkin.