Apparently, in New York City, there is a restaurant called S'mac (pronounced as 'smack'). It serves nothing but macaroni and cheese, and according to Dylan is the best macaroni and cheese he has ever eaten in his life. (Way to hurt my little feelings...) They have bacon and ham and all sorts of things added, all sorts of different combinations of that old home favorite, macaroni and cheese. Anyhow, on one of Cara's trips east, she and Dylan and a carload of friends went into New York City for the day. They went sightseeing, and they went shopping, and they ate at S'mac. Even brought a styrofoam carton of the stuff home.
After a full day, they caught the subway, hopped on a bus, which transported them to Dylan's Jeep. Everyone settled in for the trip back home, and Cara dozed off in the front seat. Before long, Dylan got pulled over for speeding. The police officer inquired, "Where are you coming from?" and Dylan said, "We went to New York City." The police officer inquired, "What were you doing in New York City." Dylan said, "Well, we spent the day sightseeing and shopping and stuff." And at about that point, Cara woke up. In a half awake voice, she said brightly, "And we had S'mac!" The shocked cop said, "Did she say what I thought she said?"
We all about fell on the floor laughing. Cara said, sheepishly, "I did not know smack was a name for drugs." Dylan said, "That is why Cara is no longer allowed to speak when I am in the presence of law enforcement."