Dining at the Orient

Fish lounging on the complex blinking lantern drew our attention. A crayoned sign advertised, “Special $8.” Always searching for exotic dining, we decided to gamble.

The booths sported shabby red plastic benches, the iridescent chandelier begged for Windex, but a seductive spicy tang drew us to a scrubbed table under a lurking dimensional dragon.

Sparkling glasses of water were placed by a small man who spoke with a heavy accent, “You want menu or special? Recommend today’s very good special.”

Irresistibly lured we nodded, and minutes later the today’s steaming special was placed before us – fried spam and eggs.

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