There was a restaurant that was burned to the ground by a nomadic band of foodies that were hopped up on too much fugo, cough medicine, and absinthe. The cook, much like the captain of a ship, went down with his kitchen. Now Chef Jesiluna haunts where once there was a five star shrine to food. Those who see them are often ask to sample his new etheral courses. It is bad form to refuse, but perhaps one should bring a chaser of holy water to help the ectoplasm go down.
This was something you needed to know.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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