The basics. Bread, wine, and cheese. That would be his meal.

He knew just what he wanted. His then lover had given him a pleasant bottle of Shiraz. Despite his dismay at having to spoil this fine wine by drinking it warm, he packed it away. As for the cheese, brie would go perfectly along with the warm bread he was anticipating.

The only hang up was the bread. It would be difficult to find fresh bread at this unruly hour. Arriving at the all night grocer, he made his way to the bakery. No bread. Much more distressed than anyone should be over the loss of bread, he asks around, hoping for answers. Doing their jobs well, they answer kindly that there are no more.

He abandons his age old meal and heads home. Whiskey, chips, and salsa for dinner.