Burbank and I went to a fancy restaurant for lunch. Lenore didn’t want to come. I think she’s getting sick of being with me day in and day out. This trip isn’t helping our romance any.
After we finished eating, I asked the server for a box. I meant a to-go box, but I see now I should have been more clear, though I doubt it would have helped, because what she brought me was a dainty plate with half a dozen cubes of butter on it. Burbank thought it was hilarious, but I spent the next fifteen minutes pointing at things and drawing shapes with my fingers. We both speak English, but my accent wasn’t helping her any. Eventually, I did get an empty pizza box for my spaghetti, which I settled on because at least it’s a container.
Burbank told me he’s beginning to wonder what it’s like to be other people. I think he’s thinking of our server and how stressed out it must be to get dumb Americans in here asking for plates of butter and then changing their minds. Burbank told me about a new device they just invented. Basically, it’s a coffin that you go in and become someone else for an hour. It’s like virtual reality but with full sensory hallucinations—smell what other people smell, taste, feel, etc. I told him I’m pretty sure he read that in a Bradbury story, not in the newspaper, but he thinks I’m crazy. Don’t inventors ever look to science fiction writers for inspiration?
After we finished eating, I asked the server for a box. I meant a to-go box, but I see now I should have been more clear, though I doubt it would have helped, because what she brought me was a dainty plate with half a dozen cubes of butter on it. Burbank thought it was hilarious, but I spent the next fifteen minutes pointing at things and drawing shapes with my fingers. We both speak English, but my accent wasn’t helping her any. Eventually, I did get an empty pizza box for my spaghetti, which I settled on because at least it’s a container.
Burbank told me he’s beginning to wonder what it’s like to be other people. I think he’s thinking of our server and how stressed out it must be to get dumb Americans in here asking for plates of butter and then changing their minds. Burbank told me about a new device they just invented. Basically, it’s a coffin that you go in and become someone else for an hour. It’s like virtual reality but with full sensory hallucinations—smell what other people smell, taste, feel, etc. I told him I’m pretty sure he read that in a Bradbury story, not in the newspaper, but he thinks I’m crazy. Don’t inventors ever look to science fiction writers for inspiration?
That picture of that dessert looks yummy. What was it?
ReplyDeleteDear Nicole,
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure -- Burbank ordered it. I think it included the words "frozen yogurt", "on a bed of", and "with caramel drizzle."
--Milo
It's called a honey cream tart. "Sweet honey cream filled tart shell over caramel apple
ReplyDeletecarpaccio with raspberry sorbet."
*B