What if. . .
You Aren’t Here is a destination restaurant in a hoedown punktown of a village. The entrance is the back door. Seating is made up of curtained booths, maximum six, with covered peep holes for the show.
Customers place their orders with masked waiters and waitresses wearing bullfighter outfits, sans capes, and old-fashioned roller skates.
When the booth bell chimes, the peep holes open to allow the customers to watch the show. Before them are chefs and sous chefs and their crew swiftly and precisely julienning and butterflying, pounding and tenderizing, marinading and dressing, tossing and turning, poaching and grilling, and so forth and so on in the restaurant’s clean and well-lit, state-of-the-art kitchen.
There! said the customers in whispers. That’s mine!
...I haven't been to a restaurant since Covid!
ReplyDeleteMaybe 2 or 3 times for us at a sit-down restaurant during the “safe” moments.
DeleteSounds like an interesting place.
ReplyDeleteSeems like a good setting for a mystery or intrigue of some sort.
DeleteSounds like fun and quite delicious!! I also like your sketch.
ReplyDelete-Soma
Thank you, Soma. :-)
DeleteWhat a fun and interesting experience that would be, and you wrote about it so well.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Thanks, Janie. :-)
DeleteI want one! :)
ReplyDeleteCulinary voyeurism at its best, hahahah
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