The "I Bet You Wish This Was A" Restaurant

The seemingly innocuous and unobtrusive restaurant that is in fact a site of horrible torture and general mean-spiritedness.

As you enter, you see pictures on the walls of food of all descriptions. Cajun food, italian food, chinese food and almost any other type of food that you could imagine is sold here. (Oddly enough, no french food though).

You wait in line until the people in front of you have been taken to their tables. You notice that one of them is very thin and is being assisted by his two large friends who are well attired in black suits.

After a little while a cheerful, polite, and ever so slightly over-fed waiter arrives to take you to your booth. He leads you through a door into a small room with a glass door dominated by the small table and chairs, as well as the numberous images of food on the walls. Isn't this a good idea? I mean, who really wants to have other people staring at you while you eat? You read your menu and make your selection. You are assured that your food will arrive shortly.

As you wait, you notice that you can't hear any other people in the other booths. What a bonus! It's always annoying to hear other people arguing and yelling when you are trying to enjoy your meal. But if you listen carefully, you can hear something sizzling. Apparently you can hear the kitchen through the air vents. Sounds like something good is being cooked up. That hypothesis is made certain a moment later when a delicious scent starts wafting through to you. You can't ascertain exactly what it is, but it smells better than any food has right to smell.

After what seems like an eternity your waiter returns. By now you are ravenous and your heart is leaping, only to come crashing down when you are told that your food is still coming, but that you must be patient. You try to settle down to wait but, owing to all the images, sounds and smells of food, your stomach just won't let you.

It seems like forever until your waiter returns. Your shoulders slump when you see that he is not bringing anything. He informs you of an unfortunate delay and that you will get your food as soon as possible.

Alone with your food-senses not just tingling but jumping up and down, your will breaks. You can't stay in this room any longer. You turn the door handle and peer out into the corridor but can't see anyone. Next to the room you just fled from there is another room similar to yours, this one with an intricate looking lock. Inside is the emaciated man from by the entrance. He looks as though he is screaming, but you can't hear anything. There is an entire row of such rooms. As you back away from the room, you almost collide with your waiter. As you mumble feeble apologies, you can almost see the ghost of a smile on his face. You edge towards the exit until your frayed nerves snap entirely, and you turn and run out into the night.

The "I Bet You Wish This Was A" Restaurant is kept open by donations from shadowy government organisations and the fact that its employees work for very low wages, and mostly for entertainment value.