# Bruno's Restaurant

```Background: After refusing to serve Bruno's brother in law with the
simulated brain at my restaurant, I decide to make peace by inviting myself
to go along with Brother in law B1ll to his favorite restaurant. ```
```
"It's the best in the city!", says B1ll.

"That sounds great, because I am really hungry.", I reply anxiously.

When we arrive we find a dark, silent building, full of empty seats. B1ll
gestures for me to sit which I do and, it suddenly sounds like a
restaurant. I hear sizzling and clanking for the kitchen and suddenly a
waiter appears, offering me a menu. Just as I notice that the waiter bears
a curious resemblance to Bruno, I wonder why he has not given B1ll a menu
too.

I look down at the menu, but I see only one item on it. It is called "The
thing that you want to order". Wow. This is impressive. I look up and
notice that what the waiter's nametag says.

"Ok, Brun-0, you win. I'll have a number not-not-one, with everything on
it."

"Coming right up, monsieur. Would you like Löbian salad or Gödelian soup
with that? The umlauts are excellent this time of year"

"Sure"

"Voila", Brun-0 exclaims.

Seeing the confusion on my face, he gestures at the menu in my hand with a
gracefully circular extension of his fingers, over and over, rotating in
space hypnotically, until I realize that he wants me to turn the menu over.

On the back of the menu is a beautiful HD video screen, which pops into
life with a movie of someone sitting at...Hey!! It's Me!

It's a movie of me, rendered so perfectly it looks absolutely real. I am
being served a giant silver domed platter, which is removed to unveil a
sounding descriptions of food. As the camera zooms into a closeup on the
calligraphy, it can be seen that each culinary turn of phrase is
constructed of beautifully written formulas and equations like G and Gp
where p is delicious and G = emulated gustatory resource and p =
Non-regurgitation parameters'.

To my surprise, I now witness myself in the movie pick a fork and knife and
begin eating the menu and thoroughly enjoying every bite. I seem to be
making the exact yummy sounds and faces that I would expect.

"What did you order?"

As I look down at my clean plate and remember the great meal that I just
had, I feel unusually satisfied. Curiously I can't remember exactly what it
was that I ate, but I no reason to care. I can't care. I believe that I
must have eaten exactly what I wanted.

Craig

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