What's he having?

I was up stupidly early for a Sunday. Wandering through the meadows it was just me and the early morning sadomasochists joggers. Got a last minute invite for some Lunch at the Buffalo Grill to continue celebrating the Weatherman's birthday. Could hardly say no obviously.

Much later; Rudy, sits like a sentinel, hoping he might be invited to clear up some delicious remnants from Slybacon Senior's plate...