Sentence examples for a sort of restaurant from inspiring English sources

Located on a sort of restaurant row, Prespa, with its romantic low lighting, is obviously a magnet for local residents (and not just couples).

For the former there are the flies' and crabs' assorted meals -- for a moment we seem conjured into a sort of restaurant review -- and the minute day-by-day charting of the changes in the two bodies on the beach.

Their revelry begins at a sort of restaurant row at 7 p.m., continues as the streets pulse with people and music around 10 p.m., then falls into disrepair after 1 a.m., when the most serious carousers start to take the streets.

Back then, McDonald's was considered a sort of deluxe restaurant, and our first democratic president (who was a former communist) appeared in public, wearing one of their aprons and eating their French Fries.

The aroma of wood smoke snakes around dark, railway arched corners, drawing you in to this remarkable sort-of-restaurant and telling fragrant stories of the pleasures in store.

In the past, this murderous presumption has meant summary executions by the Shabaab inside Somalia for young men caught watching soccer on television, or cruel stonings and amputations for transgressors of other Shabaab diktats, such as those who listen to music or, as Xan Rice writes in The New Yorker this week, run a certain sort of restaurant.

But the execution is what's important, and Pizzeta -- a sort of fast-food restaurant that is an addendum to Martini's, a bar and restaurant that is swallowing an ever-increasing block of downtown Millburn -- has a variety of pizzas and other casual Italian fare down just about right.

He gives performance space to small theater companies, and he sponsors artists' suppers, storytelling series and the occasional guest chef from abroad, to whom he hands over an upstairs dining room and kitchen as a sort of temporary international restaurant.

So might there be a possibility of a sort of haute cuisine restaurant like 11 Madison Park?

At M. Wells, Mr. Dufour and Ms. Obraitis have brought some of that spirit to New York, but in an entirely different sort of restaurant: a diner only in looks and feel.

The auditorium has been transformed by Lizzie Clachan's design into an airborne (well, sort of) restaurant: a safety announcement points out that the nearest waiter may be behind you.