An old Jewish man went to a diner every day for lunch. He always ordered the soup du jour. One day the manager asked him how he liked his meal. The old man replied (with a Yiddish accent), “Vas goot, but you could give a little more bread.”
So the next day, the manager told the waitress to give him four slices of bread. “How was your meal, sir?” the manager asked. “Vas goot, but you could give a little more bread,” came the reply.
The following day, the manager instructed the waitress to give him eight slices of bread. “How was your meal today, sir?” the manager asked. “Vas goot, but you could give maybe a little more bread,” came the reply.
Continuing this pattern, the manager then told the waitress to give him a whole loaf of bread with his soup. “How was your meal, sir?” the manager asked when he came to hand him the bill. “Vas goot, but you could give maybe a little more bread,” came the reply once again.
Determined to satisfy the customer, the manager went to the bakery and ordered a six-foot-long loaf of bread. The next day, when the man came in as usual, the waitress and the manager cut the loaf in half, buttered the entire length of each half, and laid it out along the counter next to his bowl of soup. The old man sat down, devoured his bowl of soup, and both halves of the six-foot-long loaf of bread.
Thinking he would finally get the answer he was looking for, the manager asked the old man, “How was your meal TODAY, sir?”
The old Jew replied, “It vas goot as usual, but vy you are back to giving only two slices of bread!”