Unfortunate Evening At The Restaurant, pt. 1

The restaurant stood on a narrow street, squeezed between two similarly lavish-looking buildings. On each side of the wide double doors, stilted arch windows topped with corniced keystones were lined like soldiers in decorated uniforms. Vertical rope-shaped moldings ran up the facade and a burgundy-and-white sign between the central two read “********”.

The interior was yet another variation of red, this time maroon, dominating the premises and creating an impression of being inside a warm, palpitating organ. This feeling was further enhanced by a handful of waiters maneuvering around the tables similar to erythrocytes flowing along capillaries. Continue reading

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