Each day they came and patiently waited in line for the macaroons
the green and the pink and the lemon and the cherry
And they sat in the brasserie and looked at themselves in the mirrors with the oil writing
She had always been subservient and this was no exception
Complaints and requests about the menu
Fake allergens that were impeding her culinary devices
Patrons that turned bullies that turned critics that turned a bad rumor mill
over and into the next arrondissement
Sure, the customer was always right
Right?
On Tuesday
she sent everyone home and cooked alone
and when they heard she was making apertifs
complimentary apertifs---
they came in throngs
And right there
on the inside of the Left Bank
in her dimly lit brasserie
she served the entrees she saw fit
---what fit with arsenic---
to the happy corpses with their blackened word of mouths
Not a good way to go!!!
ReplyDeleteI think every restauranteur would think of this at some time or the other. HA!
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