Can the weather be cold as hell? Raul denies it but Jaime guarantees that it can. Semantics are not an easy thing to argue about, especially, when it comes from two broke anarchists in a restaurant with two cops. Aluding to literature, common sense, popular talk, coffee and cigarettes, they must face themselves, the restaurant, the police officers and other peculiar characters. Will they be able to unravel the mystery of language and pay for their food without recurring to violence or crime?