Speaking of sweet Jesuses, I went to Marlow and Sons with my favourite wayward Muslim. I'm not sure what I had for dinner, but I definitely knew what we had to start. They're supposed to be famous for their brick chicken, but I don't remember having that and the only thing that could make me give up a house speciality is a special fish of the day or lamb chop, so that's probably what I had. The bartender made me a tarragon mojito and we ordered a CHEESE PLATE while inquiring about salami.
She rattled off a couple of names and then our ears prickled when she said 'The Baby Jesus'.
"WE'LL HAVE SOME OF THAT"
There is something deliciously sacrilegious about eating a salami called The Baby Jesus with a wayward Muslim, as a moderately well behaved jack russell terrier about half a foot away from us looks longingly at our meat plate before lunging at his owner's salad, and finally washing down our entire meaty meal with an espresso...with milk.
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