The Simpson was not a place where you ordered. You went there to get a Sunday roast and you received a Sunday roast. Which meant that they were seated and then served in short order. They were given a plate with as much prime rib roast, Yorkshire pudding, mashed potatoes, roasted squash, and gravy as they were inclined to eat. They were then brought two mugs of fine brown ale that would pair perfectly with the beef, given horseradish and hot mustard as condiments, and left to eat.