It was a small café and the customer overheard this from the waiter:
"Don't throw that toast into the alley, chef. I gotta customer for a club sandwich."
WAITER—"And will you take the macaroni au gratin, sir?"
OFFICER—"No macaroni-by gad! It's too doocid difficult to mobilize."
The second course of the table d'hote was being served.
"What is this leathery stuff?" demanded the diner.
"That, sir, is filet of sole," replied the waiter.
"Take it away," said the diner, "and see if you can't get me a nice, tender piece from the upper part of the boot."