“My meal arrived. It was a bowl of tepid, green curried water with two spinach leaves floating in it. The waiter called it 'vegetable soup'. I called it inedible slop.” — Frank Kusy Copy Share Image
“What’s that now? Later, when your meal arrived, the tray included conjoined packets of salt and pepper, upon which was written: The color of snow, The taste of tears, The enormity of oceans.” — Patrick Smith Copy Share Image
