Ben and I went to see the new James Bond film in the Wimbledon Odeon last night, and both of us found it - for all its UK box office domination - rather dull.
What wasn't dull though, was the adventurer's selection menu that we shared at the branch of Wahaca (Thomasina Miers' Mexican market food chain) downstairs in the same building before the showing.
I am recording it here so I can work through versions myself over time at home:
Salmon sashimi tostadas
Pork pibil tacos
Chipotle chicken quesadilla
Smoky cauliflower cheese
Churros y chocolate to share
The tacos were particularly good, though the churros were a bit heavy for my taste. To think that we went straight from this great grub to a Bond film whose first sequence is set in Mexico City on the Day of the Dead, and even that couldn't save the movie for us.
I have another Spectre tie-in. Last week I was downstairs writing (fuelled by loathing of Sam Smith) my own James Bond song at the piano, when I decided to take a sandwich up to Ben in his room. When I arrived he was drawing in his sketch book.
"What's that?" I asked.
"A steam punk cat."
And sure enough it was, complete with leather flying goggles and an intricately detailed bronze exoskeleton.
The design is available for license, if Barbara Broccoli is looking for a new villainous hench-pet for Bond 25.