My Restaurant (Story #25)
At Avalon, we never fleece you. We have an adventure menu, where you taste rather interesting food. But no fish eyeball or caviar ice cream, no trained fish with a pedigree that some television star caught in a fjord. Nope, a bit of pomegranate molasses will do. You get an Iron Chef special on Sunday. We pick an ingredient (whichever is our fetish right now) and then we make everything with that ingredient. We are quite fickle. We change our menu every week. But don’t worry, you cannot fathom how many ideas we have for food. Here at Avalon, we facilitate you getting fat.
We also have the Hammer Of Thor bar. Here we have the drinks sure to expunge your memory. They’ll give you a festering headache. You’ll fawn over everyone there. Then you can feign sickness the next day. Yep, these are the best drinks you’ve ever tasted.
So? Want to come? It’s located in…in YOUR MIND. For now, anyway. Who knows, maybe someday you’ll see a restaurant called Avalon. Feel free to go in, you never know what you may find.