There’s no other word for it really – or words if one is being precise.
E was taking me out for a belated birthday dinner at Bocca di Lupo. I’d fancied going for a while, so when he asked me to choose the restaurant I didn’t hesitate.
We looked at the menu as the waiter appeared. “What should I have to drink E, I just don’t know” I asked with a concerned expression.
“I don’t know S, glass of champagne?”
“Perfect, that’s exactly what I’ll have”
We giggled. Off to a flying start on the silliness we checked out the various dishes. Lots of ceviche, sage leaves rolled in artichokes – or was it the other way around? Cornish anchovies, Guinea fowl, Tuna tartare, baked scallops and lo and behold a ‘B.Y.O. Truffle’ menu.”
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