‘Surely your gospels and all they represent, must live in the air?’ a layperson said to the MEATdaddy. ‘Because the qualities you celebrate in this place are around us at all times – they’re enlightenments, decisions, forces that resist herding into cathedrals like this. I mean, didn’t the mobile gospels prove more apt, in that the wagon exposed itself to a greater volume of what we seek? Wasn’t it better that diverse peoples from all around came at the wagon’s appearance, rather than to one unmoving place?’ [… SOME TIME LATER…] ‘If all I carry into the cathedral is an intangible value, and if it consumes my whole purpose in going there, then I become intangible too, for the purposes of argument. And as an intangible, I need go nowhere, because the value I represent can be argued in my absence.”
The MEATdaddy took a moment to adjust his robes, examining the well-worn sole of a sandal. ‘Except for one thing,’ he said: ‘a burger and a cocktail are tangible.’
‘Ah, but then…’
‘Do you want a f****ing burger or not?’
‘I mean…”
‘F*** off then, there’s a queue forming.’
‘Eh?’
‘We don’t serve intangibles.’
Some of the recipes:
Layover Chili
The Dead Elvis
Ossobuo
Greek Lemon Chicken
Salt Cod, Cream and Potato Pie
London Lamb Chops
There are also lots and lots of cocktails:
Diesel and Honey
Blood and Dust
Donkey Punch
Morning Glory
Corpse Revivers (3)
The Negroni
The New Cross Negroni…
I think you get the message…
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