It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, It seems that every text in the library that should mention Vecna now simply, somehow, doesn’t. While the others are researching, you goes to the kitchen and requests “a salad with meat in it.”
DM: You look at the wait staff and they, "Actually, sir, it was Chef Varon." You look over and you see this one, and you've seen a couple of the chefs here, you haven't interfaced with them too much. You're not a social figure necessarily, more of a demanding figure when it comes to the food and the meal. But you see this gentleman with this thin John Waters pencil mustache, this thinning hair that's short, but slick, with a bit of pattern baldness going on. He's a bit thick around the waist and he's sitting there with a big, beaming grin of pride.
Player: Chef, this is going to put you on the map. We need to name it.
DM: "Oh, well, Grand Poobah, I image that would be your honor to give. I am but humbled to present you with such a meal, so the choice is yours."
Player: What fine tender meats are in this dish?
DM: "Oh, well, we've got quite a variety. I wanted to provide an extravagant walk through the various creatures that we prepare here in Whitestone. Would you like me to continue?"
Player: Please, yes! I'm talking to myself.
DM: "We have two-week salted goat meat. On top of that we have hickory-kept long angle-smoked fish guts mixed in there with a wondrous mix of minced steaks, we've spared no possible expense on the various pieces of the cow. We've, from that point forward, presented a sprinkling of pork belly that's been ground up and salt-cured as well over the period of about two months usually kept to our various steam meals, but I thought this was a special occasion."
Player: I'm just free-dripping saliva in and on the plate.
DM: "So, it has a very sedimentary layers of the planet-type feel to it where each reveal occurs it's a whole different genus of animal. You're eating nature in a bowl!"
Player: I mean, did you even, like, salt it or nothing? It's just all these beautiful animals in my own private ark of a bowl?
DM: "They came salted."
Player: Well, because it's got goat, fish, beef, and pork in it I'm going to call it the GoFiBePo.
DM: "GoFiBePo it is."
Player: But, like, you seem to have an accent, so let's put a little flair on it when you say it. The bowl of GoFiBePo.
DM: "GoFiBePo."
Player: I like it.
DM: "Of course, Grand Poobah."
Player: And I must decree there will be no utensils used when you dine of this sublime dish.
DM: He begins writing these things down. "All right, all right. You would need approval from Lady Cassandra, of course, to put this in the familial--"
Player: Approval?
DM: "Well, if you were to make this the official meal of Whitestone, that is entirely within--"
Player: This just gets better and better. Submit whatever paperwork is necessary. See that it's done.
DM: "You heard him, folks! Grand Poobah has spoken."
Player: GoFiBePo.
DM: GoFiBePo.
