Sintillating

We dined At the Chapel. Repast then repent was our mission. The food was temptingly divine. Devilishly red beetroot carpaccio with creamy goat’s cheese and oranges kicked off our descent. Next a super-decadent pizza topped by Satan himself. Chocolate fondant and ice cream then completed our fall from grace.

The chapel had been transformed. Pews... gone; penitents... gone, but the central ‘pit’ still held sinners like us. The cross was replaced by a naked female effigy looking down on a well-stocked bar, an altar to evil spirits. A blasphematic travesty... but we had a hell of a time.