Melissa looked forward to trying Galactico’s alien food restaurant.
After she and Ned sat at their table, she sensed something wrong.
“Ned,” said Melissa. “I haven’t seen a single alien yet.”
“I know. I stopped to glance in the kitchen. No alien cooks.”
“No alien furniture, either. Makes me wonder if it’s authentic alien food.”
“Here comes the waiter. Maybe he can explain.”
“Good afternoon!” said the waiter. “I’m Greg, and I’ll be your server.”
“Uh yeah, Greg,” said Melissa. “Is this authentic alien food here?”
“It certainly is. Our specials today are roast Malturian shank and braised Tapath’ka belly.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/04/29/1-may-2020/