As soon as Evil Editor settled himself into his chair, a young waiter bustled up to his table. “Hi,” the waiter said, beaming. “Welcome to Montello’s, Southern California’s finest seafood restaurant. I’m Aidan and I’ll be your server tonight.
"Our dishes are prepared by our executive chef Marco, who once worked in a diner on Route 66, and who has also worked as a waiter and a personal assistant. Our special tonight will remind you of dishes prepared in the style of such places as Spago, Patina, and L'Orangerie. I've served it to my closest friends, and my family, and they all loved it. In fact, I believe it may be as popular as the Pasta Da Vinci at Cheesecake Factory. Marco is currently developing new recipes, which should be on the menu in about a year. Would you like a few minutes to decide?"
The Editor stood up from the table, a pained expression on his face. “Sorry, Aidan. It all sounds delicious, but I'm afraid Montello’s isn't quite right for me.”