Our waiter included this offering in a list of dessert options. A sentence of delight that still begged more questions. Really? “Chunky fudge?” Who knew that was an option for pie? It sounds more like ice cream. A kid’s idea of a pie. We asked for clarification. I don’t remember the full list of ingredients, but it included raisins. Sounded like a significant misrepresentation.
We opted not to try it, preferring the pies our imaginations conjured up. But if the line hadn’t been delivered after a heaping plate of barbecue pork, baked beans and collard greens, it may have tempted us a bit more.
A Fine Sentence 