I got a role in a play as an Italian waiter.

We actually get to know some boilermen, Italian waiters and ordinary crewmen.

His deftly professional Italian waiters are exceptionally controlled and organized.

A word to the Italian waiter was sufficient.

I asked the Italian waiter who he was.

He first married a high-spirited and beautiful young woman who gave him three daughters and then ran off with an Italian waiter.

With that the doors opened in the back of the banquet room and two large Italian waiters entered.

The Italian waiters here have frazzled looks and, most likely, significant hearing loss from the constant din.

I've had some interesting conversations with several of them, talking about opera with an Italian waiter, for instance.

And anyway you do look like an Italian waiter.