There’s a really nicely preserved restaurant in ancient Ostia, near Rome, and naturally I can’t seem to turn up an image.
Oh wait... here’s one I think, it’s the wall images that a largely illiterate society (or at best, multilingual) used to see what was on the menu, and to then order it:
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/chat/1527209/posts?page=4#4
I thought it was asparagus that kept them Homo Erecticusses erect and cussing.
Yes, I built (mainly with my own two hands) it to last. "If you can't park a Sherman tank in the living room, and not have it fall into the basement, then A) the room is too small; B) the floor is too weak; C) BOTH." (You have to build it in, however; it would never fit through the door.)
My building philosophy is, "if a tree falls on it, the tree should either bounce or break; not damage the roof!" I believe that comes from my Romano-Germanic, Romano-Gallic, and Romano-Brittanic ancestry.