Besides the places to sit down and eat, there were also some alien slash space slash futuristic looking displays artistically placed. The things sort of sectioned the restaurant off into different areas. Some fields of cracking, glowing giant blue eggs, others fake aliens eating bodies, and just a whole lot of space things, sleep pods, transporters, etc. There was also what looked to be an arcade at the back of the restaurant.
“See, isn’t this nice?” Foxx asked, as they followed the waiter to their booth.
“It’s interesting.”
Harlow had to say, he didn’t really care what the place he ate at looked like, as long as the food was good. Though, in his experience, places like this, who went all out on décor, usually had subpar food. But he supposed they’d see.
“This shall be your station today, what can I get to quench your thirst?” the waiter asked, setting what looked like two glowing tablets down on the table. The man sounded oddly stiff and robotic.
Harlow sat down, eyeing the guy. “Water is fine.”
“For me as well,” Foxx said.
As the waiter walked away, Harlow picked up the tablet and realized it was the menu. Frowning, he tapped at it. Luckily, he managed to figure out how to actually go to the other pages.
He rolled his eyes—what a surprise, most of it was garbage for one’s insides. The names of things were also cheesy as hell, and sometimes unclear. What the fuck was a Loaded Alien Skin Pod, and why would anyone think someone would want to eat something called that? He read and almost scoffed upon realizing it was basically loaded potato skins.
“Ohh, it all looks so good!” Foxx beamed.
“All looks so unhealthy, is what you mean.”
“Shh, just enjoy yourself for today! Live a little! There is nothing wrong with having a cheat day, Mr. Healthy!”
“Since this menu doesn’t give me any other option, why not,” he deadpanned.
Foxx just giggled. “Oh, how about the pot pie! It’s shaped like an alien egg. How awesome is that?”
Harlow sighed and sat the tablet back down on the table. “Sure, why not. Not like it’s half of my daily sodium intake or anything. Oh wait…it likely is.”
The vampire rolled his eyes. “One day of too much salt won’t kill you.”
The waiter returned, setting two glasses of water down. The glasses were, of course, glowing, as why not? “What fuel do you wish to partake in to refill your energy supply tonight?”
Harlow’s brow rose at that. What in the ever loving fuck?
“We both would like an alien popper pie,” Foxx said with a smile on his face, but he could tell by the slight tensing of his jaw that the vampire was judging whatever the fuck this was.
“Excellent choice. That fuel receptacle comes with two side units. How would you like to diversify your caloric intake?”
Harlow…wanted to punch him.
“What do you have?” Foxx asked, his smile now very strained.
“You have a choice of Alien Spider Eggs, Mashed Spoors, Steamed Orange Receptacles, Loaded Alien Skin Pods, Yellow—”
“Just tell us what it all actually is,” Harlow growled in irritation.
The waiter paled and he cleared his throat. “Peas, mashed potatoes, steamed carrots, loaded potato skins, Caesar salad, corn, and mac’n cheese. There’s other options, but the rest cost extra.”
The vampire quickly replied, “I’ll have the mashed potatoes and corn.”
“Mashed potatoes and peas,” Harlow grunted.
The waiter took their menu tablets and walked away without another word.
“The reviews didn’t warn me about the weird service experience,” Foxx said with a grimace.
Harlow glanced over at a nearby table, where another waitress was taking down an order. The woman was talking and sounding completely normal. Well there was still an odd word tossed here or there, but nothing like their waiter. “I think it’s just him…”
