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I tried not to take it too personally. I think the main issue with the kitchen workers, though, speaking as someone whose own stride quickened considerably when I had to walk past them some nights, while they hung out in an alley next to the restaurant, was that they just looked angry and mean and ugly. I dunno, though. Still--the sneering faces, the cold dead eyes--I avoided eye contact, spent a lot of time studying my phone like it was The Brothers Karamazov and I was a sophomore again, cramming for a Russian Lit final.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when I ran into my old high school buddy Trent. His skin was pale and patchy and seemed to droop down in all the wrong places and his breath had a strange, sweet reek. The stress of being one of the Masters of the Universe on Wall Street, I imagined, must finally be taking its toll. Something about his constantly shifting gaze unsettled me, reminded me of the hunger of locusts in a dry season. I wished I still smoked so I could light a cigarette, to have something to do with my hands.
I thought of my phone and got it out, but it was too late since he had already held my gaze and I had to just answer him.
Just rubbing it in or what? It took him a second to register that I was busting his balls. Take her spot. He just grinned. Or did his best to. At , when I arrived, Trent was waiting for me outside Black Black Meat grinning a rictus grin at me. I had to avert my eyes a little. Whatever that job was doing to him, I wondered if it was justified by the 8 figure bonus he reportedly pulled down. Shaping young minds and all that. We were led to a table near the middle of the small dining area, and our server, also a svelte and elegant man in a grey suit, approached.
I had also noticed that the diners at the surrounding tables all seemed afflicted, inside and out, by whatever was gnawing away at Trent. This was a room full of people who had made their fortunes in large part through their ability to project a commanding presence but they now seemed like dazed aliens.
Trent, whose feet were shaking, tried to make some small talk but then began to babble about the importance of preserving the old traditions and the old ways, and how high school teachers could either reinforce or destroy the beliefs their students held. I was beginning to feel uncomfortably like I was being recruited for some sort of white power militia, so I flagged down a server and asked for a drink menu. Both the server, another handsome but gaunt man, and Trent, chuckled. There is actually no menu. All meals begin with our house specialty cocktail, which we call The Nectar.
Then, a plate of our delicacy, Black Meat, is brought to table. It is both the simplest and the most nuanced dining experience you will ever have. The Nectar was served in simple but outrageously heavy black metal goblets, and it was the color of orange sherbet and smelled a bit like carpet cleaner and should have been utterly revolting but something about that smell drew my fingers to my lips almost involuntarily and I felt my lips parting, even though I was sort of willing them not to, and I took a long, long slurp before setting the goblet down and shaking my head to try to clear it.
Trent looked at me appreciatively. I remember thinking that it tasted like the screech of an owl swooping down for the kill, whatever that meant, and giggling and taking another sip.