The Meat Restaurant / 2 August 2005
In San Francisco I went to a meat restaurant. Handsome men parade around with various meats stabbed onto swords, and they swing by your table and offer you their meat, and you say OK and they slice off a chunk which you grab with your little tongs. I’m sorry but there’s no way to make this sound un-dirty. And you have a little sign on your table that says “keep the meat coming” or “stop with the meat please” so the handsome men know what your deal is. No menus, no appetizers, no futzing around, you just sit down and here comes meat on swords. I say yes to this.
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