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He sat back while she studied the sweet trolley.
But roll up a sweet trolley and everything changes.
Dinner is a three course affair, followed by a calorie heavy sweet trolley!
In this solemn moment they both gazed abstractedly at the sweet trolley.
We retired to a hot bath and glimpsed them only briefly over a sweet trolley later at dinner.
The sweet trolley in particular is very tempting, with a choice of five or six home-made sweets.
They watched, tensing a little as one hand missed by a fraction a huge strawberry flan on the sweets trolley, then relaxed.
The cheese trolley and the sweet trolley and the gateaux trolley!
"Nothing ... except of course for the sweet trolley, and a fine selection of Aldebaran liqueurs!"
The sweet trolley arrived, and he was dismayed to see she still had appetite for a generous wedge of Black Forest Gâteau.
When the sweet trolley arrived she, thus, had room for a good portion of Chocolate Velvet which Devlin assured her was the restaurant's specialty.
It was only after the sweet trolley had been wheeled away that Stephanie noticed the young man waving to attract her attention on the other side of the room.
Max Quordlepleen claims that the only thing left after the end of the Universe will be the sweets trolley and a fine selection of Aldebaran liqueurs.
At the end of the meal would come the sweet trolley (as the English called it) orle chariot (as the affected English called it).
They ate in the brasserie--tiny herb pancakes followed by beautifully grilled fish, finishing with creamy concoctions from the sweet trolley while the professor ate cheese and biscuits.
An experienced observer could have divided the Re-publicans from the Democrats at a glance, and seen that while the donkeys tended to sit around the sweet trolley at the back of the room, the elephants gravitated to the windows.
The were about to select from the sweet trolley when, at a nod from his mother, the proprietor dimmed the houselights and a young waitress brought in a surprise birthday cake, the reflection from the candles throwing her face into warm relief.
Such was the speed with which my dining partners consumed the provends set before them that they beat me by half a course and, to my frank horror, between them consumed the last of the profiteroles and Black Forest gateau from the sweet trolley.
