Step

I’m a bit closer to the long table. I can see the backs of those seated, enjoying their meal.

Step

I’ve been in this line two hours now for chair 42 . Behind me stands a line a hundred strong, before me, only 4 stand in my way for dinner.

Step

Closer now. I look to my left and right and see a row of eager faces, anticipating the meal that awaits.

Step

Duvony is renown for its cooking. I’ve tasted many dishes from vendors here that rivaled anything from Paris or Venice.

Step

I can smell what awaits me. My mouth waters. I will savor every bite.

Step

I stand behind a man thoroughly enjoying what was set before him. I can’t see what he is served, for it is hidden by his chair. He moans in pleasure as he enjoys his meal. I can barely wait my turn.

Sit

I sit down and the server deposits a white porcelain plate before me, covered with a chrome metal tureen. The aromas seep out from underneath and I cannot wait. I look up at the server and he nods, smiling. I smile too.

Slowly he lifts the lid…