Had you no quirk / To avoid gullage, sir, by such a creature?

Mens daily occaſions for themſelves or friends, and the neceſities of common life, require the doing of a thouſand things vvithin the compaſs of a fevv dayes, for vvhich it vvould puzzle the beſt Textman that liveth; readily to bethink himself of a ſentence in the Bible, clear enough to ſatisfie a ſcrupulous conſcience of the lavvfulneſs and expediency of vvhat he is about to do; […]

Get an Esky, fill it full of cans, get your dope, go down to the beach, roll a big spliff about that long sit on the beach at sunset, have a few cans, and watch what they call up in Darwin the Refugee Regatta.

He could invent a fictional restaurant for you to bite your burger at but any fictional restaurant would be, like Nomenex, a worthless simulant or inconcinne imitation, a placebic generic.