I was about halfway through the chocolate mousse when we hit the wall. I remember dropping the teaspoon and lurching across the table for the sparkling water while my wife clutched her sides and snarled like a cornered animal at the vast unfinished plates of garlic chili prawns, cod cakes, tamarind pork and African chicken encircling her. As the sweats came on and all color drained from our faces, we scanned the dining room for an exit, someone to pay and who would roll us out into the cool night breeze. A long stroll later, our pulses finally slowing and our...
