On this same trip, waiters kept offering us separate checks.

We veered around a wide turn, but the waiters kept everything intact.

The waiters wear snappy uniforms and keep their names to themselves.

The waiter kept asking me, with a pleasant smile, "Are you done, sir?"

The waiter kept on, however, until he reached a door at the end.

The waiter, a really nice, generally easygoing guy, kept a smile plastered to his face the whole time.

Then the waiters keep filling your glass without your asking.

The waiter kept asking if everything were all right but never noticed that the bread basket was empty.

It's the kind of restaurant in which the waiter keeps asking not how your food is but instead: "Are you having a good time?"

The waiter kept refilling my glass, though I don't remember asking him to.