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I never thought I'd find myself saying that something was "to die for", but the dessert I had at Owensville was to die for. Chocolate and hazelnut and quince tart. Everything seems more dramatic when you're still slightly inebriated. Everything seems more amusing, more interesting, more captivating. Even the queue at the petrol station, because apparently petrol prices are going to rise in about 15 minutes, at 10:30pm. Mavis suspects that the two cars behind us are from the same family - father and son. And the car just next to us has a personalized license plate with "ISDN" on it. I wonder what he was thinking ? ISDN ?