I’m just waiting for a classicist with a gourmet streak to open a restaurant called the Diner of Trimalchio.
She lost a lot of points in the Swimsuit portion of the contest, but she more than made up for it in the Figuring Out Who Killed Colonel Postlethwaite with a Pruning Knife in the Vicarage Garden Shed portion.
Friends, Romen, countrymans!
There can be comfort in familiar discomforts.
And let’s not even get started on Star Trek!