It’s Friday — November 22, 2024, to be precise. You and your comrade just visited the venue for an upcoming sombre event. Now, you both want yummy food.

You deserve yummy food.

You’re on familiar turf. And you haven’t had smoked meat in a hot minute.

Inside, they seat you at a table that looks like a basketball court. You page through the menu.

You agree, besides whatever mains, to share a — yes — Caesar salad.

Loyal readers know what the image on the right portends…

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My Unedited Caesar Salad Notes
laid out as a poem