The dinner table itself was a house many meters across.
The people ate off it's broad roof.
They shouted for specific foods.
One waiter had a beak and stalk legs and would walk around the house.
Offering substitutes the house diners preferred beyond for the common fare.
Plates were filled but arrived late.
Grins turned to grimaces.
Laughing to silence.
Waiters all had beaks and stalk legs and walked around the house.
Handing the impatient guests their plates after long delays.
Dishes all missing specific ingredients.
Often the the thing that made the food zing.
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