I was suddenly on the street in day time, in an industrial part of town that I found familiar. I realized that a particular drive-up restaurant was across the street. There was something about how I had heard that the restaurant had relocated or was under new management, so I thought it would be worth giving a try on this occasion. So I walked across the street and up to the counter, which was quite elevated from the street level. I recall trying to figure out the menu and trying to ask the lady behind the counter about the various options. They seemed to only have two main entrees, both of which looked quite similar in the posters behind on the wall, appearing to be just thick pieces of steak, but I assumed that they were served with bread or pita, similar to what one might get with gyros, döner-kebab, etc. I looked for something vegetarian like falafel but couldn’t find it on the menu. By that time many more people had arrived and crowded behind me, so I couldn’t back up even if I wanted to. I asked the lady behind the counter what was on the first entrée, in terms of layering of ingredients or toppings. She shrugged and said something like I have no idea— I thought it was strange that the person working there had no idea what they were selling. The girl next to me at the counter, an ethnically ambiguous college-aged girl, turned and said “You actually want to know what’s in your food before you eat it?” then gave me a peck on the cheek, like I was some kind of anomaly amongst a crowd of starving kids who scarfed junk food without any discernment. I took a half-step back and noticed her waist and legs were stick-thin, in a weird way, like she was 20-something from the waist-up, and about eleven from the waist-down.
I decided to order option #1, figuring I couldn’t go too wrong, at least for one meal. Then I moved over to the side and just observed as they called up orders as they came ready. I remember seeing the guy handing over the food to customers, but there were no trays, no baskets, no utensils, no foil or wrapper around the food, very little other than a single cut of meat. He just pinched the steak on its end, presumably between two small pieces of bread as a token of it being like a sandwich, but obviously with no toppings or sauce to speak of.
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