The restaurant is in grey twilight. There is no real food but a waitress convincingly goes through the motions of serving up a meal. She suggests smells and tastes so precisely that some customers actually believe they are eating.
I go along with this game and make to pay her. It occurs to me that I am possibly being ripped off but I don't seem to mind too much as I enjoy the conversation with her where I describe the dish as tasting lighter than air.
"Did you fold it in on itself so that there were layers?" she asks me, "Because then it is quite crispy."
I admit that I did not and question whether I have in fact missed a genuine experience here.
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