OK. So I’m in the middle of the country in northern California and hungry. I venture out to a local pizza place (local being an approximate term – it’s about a fifteen minute drive). I order a small pizza and a starter of garlic bread.

‘Do you want the ‘Special’ garlic bread with cheese?’

I decline and just go for the standard. It arrives in a few minutes. It is covered in melted cheese. I beckon the waiter over.

‘Excuse me, I ordered the garlic bread without cheese,’ I say, indicating the basket of cheesy comestibles.

‘Oh, that’s the way it comes’, he says. ‘That’s just parmesan. The ‘With Cheese’ option is with melted mozarella.’

‘Right,’ says I.