Zambini was a master chef, overly sensitive to criticism.
These two men should never have met.
Truffle-stuffed pigeon in raspberry sauce was the dish de rigueur at Zambini’s.
Dabbing his lips and cackling deliciously, Max Slick pronounced:
“Your pigeon tastes like wood, Zambini.”
Eyewitnesses to the carnage swore that the last words from the restaurant critic’s mouth as he went up like a flambé, were:
“I was joking. Wood Pigeon! …Ha-haaagh”
Satan is setting a table awaiting the arrival of the great Zambini.