Robin didn't look at the menu either, but when a waiter came in promptly, Robin said, "A tasting of your Japanese whiskeys, please."

"All of them, sir?" the waiter asked.

Robin laughed. "No, not to start. Let's say a dozen of whatever the bartender thinks are the best. And the grilled prawns, to start."

When the waiter was gone, Robin looked at Quentin and said, "The best selection of Japanese whiskey in the city." He had every intention of ordering from them, and would remember Quentin's advisory of no pork or red meat.