Master Chef

Here I have seen grown men cry. Each morsel of omelette carrying them away on a journey to forbidden realms of ecstasy. Here, you are permitted to transcend individual consciousness and physical laws and simply bask in the essence of euphoria. After tasting the lost wisdom of our ancient ancestors in the curry chicken on rice, you may experience a sense of vertigo, unsure how to proceed in life as you knew it as it will now be rendered meaningless. I could swear that mid-cheeseburger-deluxe my soul has left my body, battled spirit-wolves, and returned to watch myself stare at my now empty plate, wondering if it was not all a dream. Each time I leave the premises, disoriented after the overhaul of all sense of meaning, I do so with a restored compassion for my fellow human, and all of earth's creatures.