Libertine
1st Level Orange Feather
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An elderly Hassidic rabbi has been tormented throughout a long and saintly life by an obsessive desire to find out what pork tastes like. Finally, in his mid-80s, he can no longer resist the temptation, and surreptitiously takes a train 200 miles away to a town where he's certain not to be discovered. Upon arriving, he pulls up his coat collar, discretely slips into the back seat of a taxi cab and slouching down, whispers to the driver to take him to the finest restaurant in town, where he asks for a secluded table and begins perusing the pork dishes on the menu. 'Roast Suckling Pig' looks the most elaborate, so, in for a penny, in for a pound he orders that, sighs with contentment, and sits back to wait.
Suddenly to his horror, the president of the rabbi's congregation happens to enter the restaurant with his equally devout wife, spots him, and delighted by the coincidence the couple decide to join the rabbi for dinner. At which point two white-jacketed waiters arrive bearing an enormous covered silver salver between them, which they ceremoniously place on the table in front of the rabbi, and the maitre d'hotel then flamboyantly whisks off the lid to display a magnificently arrayed platter, superbly garnished, with the pig, complete with an apple in its mouth, resplendent in the centre.
The rabbi turns to the astonished synagogue president, shrugs, spreads his hands, and says, 'This is some fency restaurant. You h'order a baked epple, and look how they soive it.'
Suddenly to his horror, the president of the rabbi's congregation happens to enter the restaurant with his equally devout wife, spots him, and delighted by the coincidence the couple decide to join the rabbi for dinner. At which point two white-jacketed waiters arrive bearing an enormous covered silver salver between them, which they ceremoniously place on the table in front of the rabbi, and the maitre d'hotel then flamboyantly whisks off the lid to display a magnificently arrayed platter, superbly garnished, with the pig, complete with an apple in its mouth, resplendent in the centre.
The rabbi turns to the astonished synagogue president, shrugs, spreads his hands, and says, 'This is some fency restaurant. You h'order a baked epple, and look how they soive it.'
