Strawberry sundae from Rashay's Cafe on Macquarie Street in Liverpool. For tonight's menu, all desserts being half price and smoking in your face comes free for sitting next to inconsiderates.
Consisting of all things, strawberry, dollops of icecream and the blood essence of strawberries made into the syrup of their fallen own. Or it's just sugared up with red colouring. Same thing really. All done and set into a triangular dish.
Apparently, one of the more hirsuite waiters, who would put his well follicled arms over your plates, sports a most affected accent if ever there was one to guess and field. Spanish? Italian? Who knows.