The hostess at a restaurant was pointing out the specials for the evening. There was a rather delicious looking soup with a name I can not pronounce, let alone try and spell, an appetizer made in part of spinach and topped with a little crown shaped ornament made of crab (where do they come up with these things?), and a dish she called “Smothered Chicken”.
“Smothered Chicken?” I exclaimed. “I thought they just chopped their heads off.”
She either didn’t hear me or wasn’t very amused.
I guess I should have spoken up.