Robert looked around the room and squinted. He was on a dinner date at the Spence and was happy to have an opportunity to check out the restaurant for a future meeting of the Atlanta Food Porn Supper Club.
It wasn’t cheap and he was glad his date, Ronnie, had offered to foot the bill.
“What do you think?” Ronnie asked.
“Well, no restaurant in the city is as food-pornographic as this one,” Robert said.