In Competition No. 3031 you were invited to provide a review by a restaurant critic that is tediously loaded with sexual language.
 
I have had this comp up my sleeve since reading a piece by Steven Poole in the Observer in which he laid into the relentless sexualisation of food in our culture: ‘Everyone revels in the “filthiness” of what they are naughtily pleased to call “gastroporn…”’, he writes.