Restaurants Poem by John A'Hern

Restaurant food discussed today
Not unusual, friends will say.
5-star restaurant, I am on its trail
Reading menu, words just fail,
Exquisite titles to entice,
Not a problem for me, all sound so nice.
Choose the steak, or maybe fish,
Bird on the wing, others are not,
Free to roam the range, maybe.
Meals come with small jug on the side
Liquid gold waits inside,
Sauce the title, or gravy resides
Choice of patrons, one or the other,
Drizzle or pour are yours to decide
Admire your work and then devour.
Many a French fry has been drowned
Soggy and lifeless they abound.
Sometimes, they are hidden under the meat
Chef's revenge, oh so sweet.