The Honor Harrington series started out very promising but round about book 7 or 8 I started to tire of Weber's constantly repeating his descriptions of the technology and was hoping someone would shoot the damned treecat. That said I've read the entire series and largely enjoyed it.
Do a search for "David Weber orders a pizza."
Here's a small part of it:
"How David Weber orders a pizza
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The telephone rang.
Jason Wilkins roused himself out of his dough-and-flour-addled stupor, and gazed at the ringing noise emanating from the receiver. He was tall, even for an American, this despite his father's very average height and his mother's petite build. Some had suggested -- in hushed tones and never to his face, of course -- that it was because his mother had long ago taken an ... interest in the very tall mailman who'd graced their neighborhood mail delivery route for so many years. Mail delivery was one of those necessary evils of modern American life; a citizen could send his friends and colleagues e-mail faxes that arrived in the blink of an eye, but there was always the reactionary old contingent who'd never wanted to bother with these "modern contraptions" who insisted on writing letters on paper and sending them through the antiquated network of delivery trucks and post offices, and so long as this contingent existed the mail would also have to exist.
The telephone rang again. Jason wanted to groan and roll his eyes, but he suppressed this urge and put on the mask of outward neutrality expected of a Pizza Maker Second Class. He'd graduated from the Pizza Making Academy with high honors, learning all the nuances of flavor balance, oven management, and paddle flipping -- not to mention the highly prized art of crust spinning -- that went into any Pizza Maker in the service. But he'd also learned the importance of Customer relations, and of the need to project a combined air of confidence and deportment whenever he answered the phone.
He slapped the flour dust from his hands, grasped the receiver, and placed it next to his ear. The light codes on the telephone's front panel danced from flashing red to solid green, letting him know that a live connection had been established.
"Pizza Barn," he intoned. "Is this for dine in, pick up, or delivery?"
"Before we begin," the deep, resonant voice on the other end of the line said, "Let me thank you for taking the time out of your schedule to talk to me." Of course, Jason knew, this appearance of graciousness was just a formality. Any Pizza Maker who'd ever received a call from a Customer knew that you made time for them, rain or shine, day or night, when the call came in. "I know many of you must be concerned about the latest announcements from the U.S. Department of Labor," the voice continued, "Which underscore the slower-than-expected growth our domestic economy has experienced over the last Fiscal quarter. Let me assure you that I in no way intend to withhold and funds from the unwritten custom of tipping that has become so prevalent in your industry.""
