Last night, we went for dinner at a little Italian place around the corner. The food was delicious and the decor looked like it was straight out of the Ikea for Monarchists catalogue. The funniest part of the evening was reading the guestbook where *every single* person made a comment, polite or otherwise, about the atrocious spelling on the menu. Never mind "grilled smallots", what are "wails stuffed with veal" ?