[Mac Sirloin]

There is a lawn. On one side, there is a barbecue. On the other a picnic. They are both lovely. In the middle is a fence that is begging to be sat on while you figure out who to eat with. The fence is tall enough to warrant some thought before you drop from one side or another, but short enough to climb up again if your appetite changes. There is just this fence, and no other in betweens. To be on one side eating chicken salad while grubbing for a steak on the other would contradict the fence.