(11+) A Man Enters An Expensive Restaurant And Orders A Meal When The Wa Riddle That Gets Everyone

A man enters a pricey place, where meals are art on lace. He orders with but a glance, before giving his wallet a chance. What must come during his stay, that starts with 'wa' and ends his day?

When I am open, I serve; when closed, I remain. In an expensive visit, I'm where two worlds meet, say what am I?

Guarded by a host, a line buffet might form; Find seats within, where hungry storms are calmed. What place is this?

I stand bearer of knives and forks, upon me service dances. You feast your eyes before your mouth. What object am I?

Bound in skin, I am not an animal; text flows in me but I cannot swim. Found often on shelves and tables, where distinctions are made. What am I?

I capture what is settled, yet update as moments flow. My presence is a checkpoint before you choose to go. What am I?

Clad in apron, not a chef, but serve I still with flair. Managing your meal's journey, who am I with care?

Though silent in all ways, many tales I hold; Savored during your stay, when new or even old. What am I?

Solemn in my duty, papers in my hand; I manage without cooking, command without demand. What am I?

Upon my draft, your feast depends; strains of chef's symphony, my writing sends. What is penned by me?

My panels, like arms, embrace; open to welcome your place. Close, they shroud the alchemy's base. What am I?