A lazily electric guitar tunes, are echoing in the empty hall of a bistro. It come from a lone jukebox siting near the wall with the route to the restrooms. This instrument light up with attention catching colors, is a local musician or a DJ stand, who still using vinyl disk behind its front glass. Even if a skilled observer can see, that it went through many repairs and restoration, his classical approach made this old gentlemen a permanent employee of the establishment: Humming a tunes, as if inviting the customers to step closer a select an actual music tracks disk of popular rock, or different genre. All that by pushing a big buttons on the list of singers and bands.
Yet, even as it was a day, nobody was there. The bench in sitting boxes were clean, but all empty. The floor was sweep up as the mechanical broom robot, called rumba sits on its station. Even the counter desk where clerk, waitress, or barman used to be; is empty. But it seem that in general; stuff like cups and dishes are stored on shelf, awaiting to be used sometimes. Even the parking loot behind the big bistro windows is empty.
Its almost feel, that we catch this Motorest when is out of season. If we take a bigger picture, that it was build as a pit stop on a very looong road, going from one far away destination, all its way to other side, to different far away destination. Someone though, that building this oasis of civilization in relative middle of nowhere was a good idea. So bistro was accompanied by a commodity goods shop and storage, motel, car wash and repair garage... and a refuel station, whose electric charging slots were all around the parking loot, making the actual gas pumps a relic of old era. Somebody even painted on asphalt markers for an optimal photo capturing.
Except those, it don't seem that around is something important or interesting, other that opportunity for hiking. This outpost was like last village at the edge of wildness, suited for modern travelers.
It don't seemed that anybody is around, but still, a little change occurred, when a passenger car show itself on a horizon. As the vehicle approached, the driver made a decision to make a pit-stop on this place. So the car stop on parking loot in front of the bistro.
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Soon a male person, entered the establishment. It strongly resembled someone, who walked out from a silver screen of a cinematic story, a western about gunners and cowboys riding horses of a far will west. As he look around, he see various game arcade machines and magazine stand. Yet he walk toward the counter and gentle hit the bell, that had a message: (If nobody is around for a while, press me!)
In response a different bell, hanging from top, with a message (On my way!) ringed. And soon, an owner of the bistro show up, passing the door to back. "Sorry for the wait, hardly anybody shows this early. It take only one glance, on the visitor and the clerk rise its eyebrow in surprise. "I dint noticed, that my place has evolved onto a western salon. Please take seat, dear traveler from afar!" It pointed out on a bar stool. "So, what I can offer you, on your journey?"
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The body language of a cowboy, revealed that he had mentally prepared himself to state his order. "I, was hopping to taste a real steak. Or a similar carnivorous dish of a wild cuisine."
Even if the owner was smiling, it shake its head in denial gesture. "Sorry, I wish to fulfill that desire, but I cannot, don't have what you asking for. We only having a fresh green house ingredients, tree fruits and the grains from field, plus some spices, salt and such. No eggs, dairy, meat, super processed foods, refined sugar sweet or a heavy processed canned foods… So, the only permanent menu here, is a salad based. So, tell me what you craving for, or what you cant stand anymore, and I see what I can whip out." Suddenly owner reached for a dinner menu, with a pictures of various foods, if someone became undeceives. Of course a glass of sparkly water was a nice gesture toward the customer. "And yes, I can make some fresh bred, but it will take while, so chose the seeds carefully. If I can recommended something to you, its a fruit pie. No moon shine or other heavy distillates, but we having an ale. Corn, apple, hops…"
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Visitors mood clearly drop as he was nearly sad.
That make the owner lean over the counter. "From where you are, anyway?" As there was a clear pause, the clerk realized something, that was entertaining. "Don't tell me!, that you driving across the land, in order to find out those forbidden sounding delicatessens? Are you one of those who read the books, or watched archives for movies and documents? Got inspired and set out on journey, to taste them all, at last once?"
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Of course, the visitor spread his hands in silent gesture, that it may be true.
"Duuude? Where you think we live? That age, before the green food revolution initiative, is long gone. As far as I heard, they were around like several generations ago, when cars needed a liquid fuel to run and some were so thirsty, that people used to joke about how many horses were under the hood." Yet the clerk leaned even closer, lowering its voice to whispering. "Maybe you still have a hope. I heard a rumors, that some farms down the road, still keep animals. The trick shall be, to found the correct route…"
As they exchanged an excited glares full of sparkles, the Traveler eventually settled on a full meal to have a strength for its journey, for a culinary adventure into wild lands.
And after all done, the passenger car had leave the parking loot and continued on its journey, toward far away destination.