There's a restaurant here.
At lunchtime today, our usual restaurant was closed because of a funeral in the family.
Whenever I go to a Japanese restaurant, I take the disposable chopsticks home with me.
She would often bring home table scraps from the restaurant where she worked to feed to her dog.
She asked him to give her some money so she could go to a restaurant with her friends.
I had never eaten any kind of Thai food, so I was pretty excited about going to a Thai restaurant with my grandmother.
The restaurant owner allowed her to take table scraps home to feed all of her dogs.
If a restaurant has valet parking it's probably pretty expensive.
In spite of their tiny restaurant they managed to pull through the recession.
You'll see two buildings right opposite the museum, and the restaurant is in the taller of the two.
When you're fed up with the school cafe you can buy something at Bellfa or eat at a family restaurant.
In the U.S., you have the option, when you enter a restaurant, to sit in the smoking or non-smoking section.
The food the restaurant offered us was so cold and salty that it was far from satisfying.
In the restaurant we were yesterday evening, we had to wait two hours before ordering. What a terrible establishment!
During my last spring vacation I took a job in a restaurant to help pay the costs of my trip abroad.