“Ah, yes. Monsieur Trump ordered for Senor Romney. It was a appetiser of lightly panko coated words, eaten by candlelight, dry, with a white whine. Followed by blackened Filet Of Sole, or as Monsieur Trump joked, “Filet Of Soul” with a black bean mango salsa with bitters swirled with melancholy and pathos. The main course was, of course, the Whole Enchilada with Tears Of The Vanquished fresca marinade a la Gauche. Senor Romney also had fried hot tears for desert.”