The waiter has forgotten the side dish of broccoli rape, but no matter; there's no room on the table for it anyway.

The only flaw was when a new waiter forgot to bring us our wine and coffee.

One night our waiter forgot to ask which sauces we would like with our steaks, and we received none.

It was hard to believe that professional waiters could forget to lay out napkins two days in a row.

The waiters run and sometimes forget you for awhile, but I never mind that in Italy.

And the waiters forgot themselves and ran when crossing the carpet, so that it was spotted with grease.

The same waiter who insisted on bringing a special dessert for the table one evening simply forgot to bring coffee on another visit.

The waiter forgot the specials, and I had to repeat out order twice for him.

Desserts are so minimal that the waiter may forget to mention them.

One busy evening our friendly waiter forgot about our table for about an hour between the main course and dessert.