[Intro] [Verse 1] We found a table dressed in cream, The sort of place that haunts a dream. The waiters stand like carved mahogany, So still they mostly comfort me. The wine arrives in glasses tall and thin, At prices fit for Nobles and their kin. It has a finish, sharp and clear— Perhaps the price is why it's dear. [Refrain] Oh, your garlic breadsticks were nice, The highest praise that we can give. A little crisp, a little pale, Nearly the finest way to live. Oh, your garlic breadsticks were nice, Please tell the chef we liked them twice. We rarely speak in terms so grand: I'm sure best you had on hand. [Verse 2] Your herbs are raised behind the wall, In little pots so proud and small. The fountain wears a tasteful stain, A map of summers, dust, and rain. The chairs invite a shorter stay, They teach the spine to pray its way. The pasta had a noble chew, It fought the fork the whole night through. [Refrain] But your garlic breadsticks were nice, The highest praise that we can give. A little crisp, a little pale, Nearly the finest way to live. Oh, your garlic breadsticks were nice, Please tell the chef we liked them twice. We rarely speak in terms so grand: I'm sure best you had on hand [Verse 3] The old façade has learned to lean, With every crack politely seen. Some paving stones beneath our feet Have chosen not to quite compete. The flowers droop in tired rows, Still making efforts, heaven knows. Then someone’s child, with solemn grace, Arrived and claimed an empty place. [Bridge] We raised our glasses, one by one, To all the work that had been done. The owner smiled, delighted there, Sidestepped the meaning in the air. [Final Refrain] For your garlic breadsticks were nice, The highest praise that we could give. A little crisp, a little pale, Nearly the finest way to live. Oh, your garlic breadsticks were nice, Our tongues have found their paradise. We rarely speak in terms so grand: I'm sure best you had on hand [Outro] The owner bowed and beamed with pride, While we let all the rest slide. A taste reminiscent of bread Is all we could have said Those breadsticks, warm and slight The only course that got it right.
