What is "lunchtime"

Usage examples of "lunchtime".

But yummy pastries, decadent individual cakes, huge cookies, and lunchtime edibles like ham and fontina panini and pizzettas with mixed green salads are equal reason to stop by and linger at one of the few tables.

It was just before lunchtime and Mama was still chillin' in her robe, fresh from the sack.

At lunchtime, we were told that because of deconfliction we might not be able to get in.

The dockers drink here every lunchtime and the Barbarians are stopping off on their way to enlist in the army.

The usual press of lunchtime drinkers would begin arriving in another fifteen minutes, after which the opportunity to speak quietly to anyone would be gone But ten minutes, the hotel proprietor reasoned, should be sufficient for what he had come to do.

Saturday treat is to lie in till half past eight, savouring the indulgence and knowing that her flatmates will not surface until lunchtime.

The lunchtime crowd in the foodcourt at Pentagon Plaza had first been alerted by a loud rattling noise on the glass overhead.

Rifkin is allergic to the nitrates in the bologna sandwich that was waiting for him at lunchtime today.

Around lunchtime she was still contemplating the fact that she was blessed among women, when Armstrong rapped on the door to tell her that Miss Angela Windham was on the telephone and wished to speak to her.

Sometimes lunchtime lasted longer than expected - aberrant bad trips had been known to last four or five days - and unlike LSD, its effects were potentiated - intensified - by the administration of Thorazine and other phenothiazine tranquillisers.

Lunchtime, Christmas Day, I'm having a bite to eat, American turkey with cranberry sauce as well as good old Aussie brown gravy poured over everything, when I hear a burst of rifle fire.

It was as though that lunchtime spasm had cleared away black humours inaccessible to the Chinese black draught.

It was typical of the neighborhood at lunchtime: a crowded scene smelling of dampness, dominated by the sight of tightly rolled umbrellas, and bowler hats perched here and hanging there, dark-suited men from everywhere in the city taking their midday recess of lager and sandwiches.

At lunchtime we lolled in the pleasant warmth of our favorite baby box canyon that held the sun and shut out the wind.

Zero-tolerance policies for weapons in schools was forcing teachers to suspend children of seven, eight and nine for bringing butter knives to spread their lunchtime peanut butter.