Food Baby

A friend of mine invited me to dinner tonight. He recently landed a job as a food critic and his first assignment was to dine at a nice french restaurant and review the experience. I was his lucky guest. The spending limit was thirty five pounds. Considering I don't usually eat for more than five pounds - I went to town. A few starters, a couple main courses and dessert, all accompanied by a couple glasses of mature red wine. We ate for two and a half hours. Which means I'll probably be digesting for the next seventy-two hours. I didn't mean to punish myself. In fact, I approached the invitation as a fine prize. But walked away from it with choking arteries.