Some Wine?
When the waiter at the authentic Italian restaurant brought out my dinner, I was shocked to see an enormous meatball covering the entire plate. Swear to God the meatball was as big as my head. Bigger. It eclipsed the spaghetti it was so large. And, cutting into it, imagine my horror to discover a human face inside.
"Waiter!" I exclaimed. "The head of Jimmy Hoffa is inside my meatball!"
The waiter shrugged. "We had to do something with him. He's been in the freezer for years and frankly we're tired of looking at him."
The waiter and I struck a deal. He brought me some complimentary wine, and I didn't make a fuss. Besides, the meal tasted pretty damn good with a '94 Chianti.
"Waiter!" I exclaimed. "The head of Jimmy Hoffa is inside my meatball!"
The waiter shrugged. "We had to do something with him. He's been in the freezer for years and frankly we're tired of looking at him."
The waiter and I struck a deal. He brought me some complimentary wine, and I didn't make a fuss. Besides, the meal tasted pretty damn good with a '94 Chianti.
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