I am travelling the highways of the USA, when my party and I decide that a light meal would be in order. We stop at a roadside café, perhaps like a cross between a Little Chef and a petrol station. We each receive menus, and everyone but me orders their meal. I peruse the menu anxiously, for there seems to be no food on it. Eventually, I ask the waitress about this, and she says I can have Spaghetti Bolognaise. I settle for this and it is very nice.