He perused the laminated pages of the menu and became disappointed with the selection. Then, something different, a beacon of intrigue at the bottom of page three: Baba Ghanoush Chicken Flatbread Sandwich. He ordered, along with a bottle of sparkling water. It was only later, while resting in the hospital bed, that he finally came to terms with his allergy to eggplant and decided, in the future, against baba ghanoush.
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