The ambidextrous Casanova simultaneously burrows beneath a second babe's pink pants, which match her pink drink. Both ladies laugh. The ladies kiss. My colleague is recognized by a manager. Our distracted waiter, in rambling mid-spiel, is yanked off roughly enough to break an arm.
Main courses are shockingly good.
Stuttering John and the Jokeman. Guys in leather. They mass on the floor and engulf our table. The foodies are gone. Time to take the cannoli - and exit, laughing.