You learn that the Torchy’s taco of the month is the “Roscoe”, a deadly combination of fried chicken, bacon, egg, waffle and maple syrup. And not for the first time, you reflect on the vexatious ways of the inconstant gods of dinner, who will capriciously fail to deliver on one night, only to produce a veritable Holy Grail of culinary delight on the next. And with gladness in your heart, you turn unto your brood and bellow: “Tonight, let there be no talk of cauliflower disguised as mashed potatoes, or tomatoes masquerading as an entree! Tonight, let us lift our cups and make merry. For tonight, we feast!”