I had lunch at the Kantra Beach Club (part of the Ta' Cenc Hotel in Gozo.
"What's the fish of the day?" I asked the waiter.
He smiled.
"Fish," he said.
"I understand," I said, "but what kind of fish?"
He smiled again, but now he looked as if I had said something naughty, like "I would love to lick your balls."
"Fish," he said again.
"Of course, but do you have some more information about this fish?"
My questions aroused in him excitement, so much was clear.
He remained silent for a couple of seconds, then he said: "Fish of the day is fish." Without waiting for my reply he walked away.