With a little start, something occurred to him. Glancing down at the big platter of spaghetti and meatballs he realized he had been sitting here for the last ten minutes eating. And hadn’t tasted a thing. The food was excellent. The sauce too good to describe. But he hadn’t tasted a thing. Not even the very expensive wine in his still half-full wine glass. His second glass of wine, as a matter of fact. He allowed a fleeting glimpse of a narrow grin to spread across his lips as he stabbed a fork into the spaghetti and began twirling the force around rapidly.
“Is there anything wrong? Ah! I should have thought of it. You don’t like spaghetti!”
“No, no. Just the opposite. Love this stuff. I love eating in little joints like this. They make the best dishes. I’m just… ah… surprised you took m
