[Poggio]

"Ass hole." Galvin said settling back down into his seat. He asked the waitress to bring another fork for Ambrosia before digging into the food. Most of which didn't require any sliver ware. He plucked a hushpuppy from its napkin nest and waved it in front of the other. Holding it between his index finger and his thumb, he said "would you like to try the food the degenerate masses enjoy?"