@SW-User Hehe. i was once in a restaurant and I decided to ask the waiter for a lustre of water freshly drawn from the house tap and presented au nature in a cylinder of glass. When he came round with the bread rolls I entreated him to present me a tonged rondel of blanched wheat, oven baked and masked in a poppy-seed coating. I was about to ask for a fanned lap coverlet, freshly laundered and scented with a delicate hint of Omo, to replace the one that had slipped from my lap and now lay recumbent on the horizontal walking surface anterior to my feet, when he handed me a card that said ‘Sweets Menu’ and I realized I was back in the no-nonsense world of English :P