'Save me'?

That Carlos Mazón labeled as "Save meThe questions about the private room and the bill at the El Ventorro restaurant, where he ate and chatted with journalist Maribel Vilaplana on the day of the DANA storm, are despicable.

Save me It's like that celebrity and exclusives program they used to do on TV, and by extension, as a generic term, it's like talking about a laundering operation. But it couldn't be more relevant to know what the restaurant bill is, because some people think that "paying for lunch" is getting something. A bed or a job. The bill, for two menus without itemization, is 160 euros. Therefore, at eighty each, it means that wine isn't included. The poor restaurant owner, if he shows the itemized bill, with the—we imagine—last splash or the Japanese whisky that's so fashionable now, with a bottle of Substance to impress, first, and a Valbuena for the meat, he's finished. The best restaurant bills are the ones that can't be shown. Never again, of course, will anyone have a business lunch at El Ventorro. It's forever infamous, like La Camarga.

It's not a Save mePublic scrutiny is necessary. A politician is always under scrutiny, even when eating and sleeping. If Mazón drank at that meal, his sense of urgency, right and wrong was fatally altered. You can't drive a car after one too many drinks, and you can't run a crisis cabinet either, because you tend to downplay the danger. The damage this frivolity inflicts on the restaurant and wine sector is incalculable.Are you going to tell me how many drinks I should or shouldn't have?"Why don't you drive drunk?" asked José María Aznar years ago. "Don't drive drunk," Stevie Wonder would have had to answer him. Save meHow dare he?