| As the Cabernet greys my teeth I bask in the glow of self-indulgence, accompanied by clichéd Latin tones and cutlery on china percussion. Waiters with perfunctory manners and plastic smiles, ferry food with a side dish of testosterone both hot from the kitchen. Mediterranean libidos ooze their sickly sweet charm. eyes betraying lecherous intent. At the whim of every female they oil from table to table dishing out sustenance and flirtation in equal amounts. Needless to say, the debris of my meal remains until my wife returns. She loves it here. |