…and a cheeseburger.
The Lord & Master lives by this credo. He ambles over to a Lower Haight sausage emporium that only sells their burgers on Tuesdays and stands on an hour long line with assorted San Francisco bon vivants just for the pleasure of said burger, then returns home for a bissel snap*crackle*pop.
Now that we’re in Italy, there’s just the sexual congress.
And I thought I was on vacation.