The phrase "amiable guide" is correct and usable in written English.
It can be used to describe a person who is friendly and helpful, particularly in a guiding or mentoring role.
Example: "The amiable guide led us through the ancient ruins, sharing fascinating stories about the history of the site."
Alternatives: "friendly mentor" or "pleasant instructor".
Being Richard Posner, however, he is not content to be an amiable guide through the thicket.
A group of young children seem pacified into an obedient boredom by an amiable guide who peppily promotes the many things that they can see in the museum.
"An amiable guide, enjoyably wry without being jokey," said "The Wall Street Journal". And "Fortune" praised it for its "casual, engaging" style.
Directed by Les Blank and Gina Leibrecht, the movie finds an amiable guide to the world of tea and its cultivation in David Lee Hoffman, an American importer dedicated to securing the freshest teas in China.
But if there is nothing here as amusing as David Lee Roth's quip – "Most music critics love Elvis Costello, because most music critics look like Elvis Costello Scottott is still an amiable guide through some of the key historical, philosophical and practical issues concerning criticism.
Hannah J Davies Our amiable guide hops aboard the Blue Train ("basically a five-star hotel on wheels") on a railway that owes its existence to that early architect of apartheid, Cecil Rhodes, and his notorious legacy of blood, sweat and diamonds.
He's been in prison for many years — inside, he got his G.E.D., took college courses, received vocational certifications, and has attended self-help groups — and he's an amiable tour guide who wants to explain what's what.
He showed himself to be an amiable tour-guide – informative, amusing and with a sharp eye for quirky stories.
Persepolis director Marjane Satrapi's first English-language film, The Voices (Arrow, 15), is a grisly, almost heroically unhinged curio, starring Ryan Reynolds as an amiable American psycho guided not simply by the voices in his head, but those of his pets.
When I journeyed outside Baghdad, I was accompanied not only by the guide (an amiable man named Ahmed who spoke no English and execrable Spanish, the language we communicated in) but also by an agent of the Mukhabarat, the Iraqi secret police.
Arriving at Santa Elena de Uairen in the early afternoon, I was met by my guide, Eric Buschbell, an amiable 34-year-old who runs Backpacker Tours.
