Chez Caesar, by Gordon Lawrie

The other night four of us hit The Colosseum, the classiest joint in town. The waiter showed us to our table.

"What'ya got?" I asked. "Any of that stuff you had on the menu last time?"

"Christian?" the waiter replied. "Sure, sir, fresh in from Spain."

"Spain?" Leo said. "Different – you certain it's good?"

"The best, sir. 'Animal even has a name – 'Maximus'. Tonight, we're serving it garlic-infused with a side salad."

"Yeah? OK, waiter – Maximus for four! Make it snappy."

The Colosseum didn't let us down. Twenty minutes later, we four shared a great meal.

Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch.

Yum.