Nothing improves the enjoyment and satisfaction of a great meal like a tasty entree. And as the waiter approaches us with the steaming main meal of the 2009 AFL grand final it's a perfect time to reflect on the succulent starter that currently sits partially liquified in a congealed mass at the bottom of our stomachs, preparing to enter our intestines.
The epic Saints Cats clash was the prawn cocktail to the final weekend in September's rump steak - smaller and less filling by comparison - yet a vital part in the overall dining experience of the season as a whole. Sure it's a little pricey for what you get - but quality seafood does come at a price premium and it's certainly not going to bother me with the coin I'm on.
This finger licking entree swiftly eradicated memories of the North v Essendon clash earlier in the year which was akin to burnt piece of garlic bread that due to a rookie error by some young inexperienced apprentice in the kitchen - had been marinated in vinegar and rats piss. It was difficult to endure and certainly not the sort of thing a serious gourmet would be recommending to colleagues.
Why did you even need the garlic bread at all when you knew the exquisite entree would be served shortly thereafter? Christ it's like you've never been fed before! I have serious doubts as to whether you even belong in this AFL season as Restaurant metaphor at all. In fact I'm surprised you didn't just retrieve the half eaten Yeeros from the bin outside and scoff it down without chewing - and of course by that I mean buying a Melbourne membership.
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