Went to wimpy. Ordered 2 fried aborted chicken ova on 2 slices of baked dough exposed to radiant heat and 2 fried slithers of finely-sliced pig belly. Side order consisting of a slice of cured-curdled-milk and also a colloquial-termed "patty" consisting of cow's flesh forced through an extrusion device and then shaped into a disk and fried. 50 minutes later, after reciting several soliloquys, still feeling 'empty' inside and despite the bustle of patrons and waitrons, I resorted to making a courtesy query regarding my seemingly lost order. A prompt delivery from the head-honcho ensued, accompanied with an apology and promissory note that I need not pay for my banquet. Despite his protests I insisted to expunge my debt by exchanging my hard-earned dineros, because, after all, to err is human and it is heritage day so no biggy really.......and no DJ.. You needn't find all the culinary flaws and decimate my post with your wizardry - enjoy your beers rather.. :smile: