“Txuletón estilo vasco” is the original in this restaurant in the Eixample/Ensanche, Barcelona, so it’s not a wreal chop for these hungry times, nor a flogging and amputation SM dish, but a Pickwickian morsel:
“Well,” said Mr. Weller, “… Ain’t you a goin’ to sign it?”
“That ‘s the difficulty,” said Sam; “I don’t know what to sign it.”
“Sign it, Veller,” said the oldest surviving proprietor of that name.
“Won’t do,” said Sam. “Never sign a walentine with your own name.”
“Sign it ‘Pickvick,’ then,” said Mr. Weller; “it’s a wery good name, and a easy one to spell.”
“The wery thing,” said Sam. “I could end with a werse; what do you think?”
“I don’t like it, Sam,” rejoined Mr. Weller. ” I never know’d a respectable coachman as wrote poetry, ‘cept one, as made an affectin’ copy o’ werses the night afore he wos hung for a highway robbery; and he was only a Cambervell man, so even that’s no rule.”
But Sam was not to be dissuaded from the poetical idea that had occurred to him, so he signed the letter,
“Your love-sick
Pickwick.”
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