An older couple invited another couple over for dinner. The husband entertained them as his wife finished up in the kitchen. "We discovered an amazing restaurant the other day," the husband

An older couple invited another couple over for dinner. The husband entertained them as his wife finished up in the kitchen.

"We discovered an amazing restaurant the other day," the husband said, leaning in with enthusiasm. "It’s called ‘The Last Supper.’ It’s a bit of a hidden gem, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city."

The guests, intrigued, exchanged glances. "That sounds interesting," said the wife. "What’s the food like?"

The husband smiled, clearly proud of his find. "The food is fantastic, but here’s the thing — they don’t just serve food. They serve the experience."

The wife looked a little confused. "The experience? What do you mean?"

"Well," the husband leaned in closer, lowering his voice, "they actually reenact the last supper while you eat. Waiters are dressed as disciples, and the chef comes out dressed as Jesus himself. It’s incredible! They even have a Judas who’ll dramatically betray you halfway through your meal."

The guests looked at each other, stunned. "Sounds a little… intense," said the wife, still processing the idea.

The husband chuckled. "It is! But the best part? The bill comes with a cross — a hefty charge at the end, but worth every penny."

Just then, the wife walked into the room with the dishes, shaking her head with a smirk. "You two are talking about restaurants while I'm in here slaving away. Just wait until I serve you my version of ‘The Last Supper.’ The main course? 'Chained to the stove!'"

The husband laughed and raised his glass. "Now that's the real experience!"