Restaurant critic B. B. Finn writes
Two days ago, I decided to take the blonde to the Sinners Inn, Hermes' most notorious eatery. Whilst it's not exactly the most salubrious surroundings in which I've taken sustenance, the staff are nevertheless sociable to a fault, though it is a pity the chef doesn't share this sentiment. I started with Joe's Fried Pie, a foodstuff that, if it didn't already exist, nobody would bother inventing. The blonde had Space Bug Gumbo, although this is perhaps inaccurate, as after one taste of this steaming dish she fled to the toilets. I complained, but the sole outcome was myself being pummelled soundly around the head and neck area, and waking up in the gutter. Ho hey.