NLEx: Two Spoons

Sometimes I ache for twenty years ago, I was fucked up, my friends were fucked up, my marriage was heading into the years following some terrible things, and terrible things were still ahead of me. There was plenty to do, and too much time to do it in. We were going to rule the world as we defined it. (Read: comics and anime and manga.)
We had no fucking clue.

This is about food getting stupid. It's also about a dear sense memory being reduced to...



P.S.: FUCK GENTRIFICATION. IN. THE. EAR.

ETA: I'm glad to read (see comments) that there are still places where touching a kind of food meant to be touched is still done. Mongolian BBQ where you can't load your own bowl is like someone else pouring the syrup on your pancakes.