Someplace To Eat!

Someplace To Eat!

The story of a good chef

This story is fiction. It is however something I want to do in real life.

High Tech

There is a great restaurant, in a beautiful building. The owner is a great guy, you should meet him. He has been running The Bonum Cibum for twenty years. The staff a professionally trained group of intelligent people have been with the owner since day one. You wouldn’t know if if you ate there, seems like the staff changes out every six weeks. They don’t really, it just looks that way.

This high tech restaurant has it all. Voice activated ordering from every table, with orders going directly into the computer, and someone bringing just what was asked for to your table.

It has cameras with facial recognition, they know you by name, and will great you individually when you come to eat there. The bill is paid electronically, from your phone at the table. The food is of course is excellent. You wouldn’t get repeat customers that stay with your services if the food wasn’t good.

The hostess is a beautiful women, they are all of course beautiful. The voice assistant at the table that takes the orders, has a beautiful voice. Her name is Venus. She is the meat and potatoes of the establishment. How many employees does the owner have? Well that is a complex question. Depends on who you ask, or what time you visit.

The food is some of the best you can find. The chef has been trained in Michelin star restaurants all his life, and his food is some of the best you can sink your teeth into. They only use quality products, and the best they can buy. Then, it is carefully crafted, and prepared, and cooked to perfection.

Let’s look at how things happen here. The guests enter the building where they are identified, and the hostess greats them by name and takes them to their table. They are given menus, and if they have been there before, will know what to do.

“Venus, bring us an order of fried calamari for an appetizer.” The guests can order anything off the menu, and the voice assistant will process the order, and one of the employees will bring the food or drink, pronto. Need something else, just ask Venus, and the waitress will bring it on the spot.

The restaurant has been built specially for this purpose, and has two very special rooms. Most of the guests would never know it, they never see the coming and going. To most people, it looks like the staff changes every six weeks. That isn’t exactly true.

The owner keeps a very careful eye on his business. He doesn’t like it when people don’t do their job right. He may be a perfectionist. That may be why his staff matter so much to him. The owner is highly trained in business and culinary delights, he is a master of the craft.

His employees know what he knows. Why? Because his employees are not real people. They look, and feel just like real people; they are however not real people. At the end of the day, the owner walks out of the restaurant and his employees have vanished. They are a high tech solution to a problem of labor. Namely, they are flesh and blood projections from the mind of the owner. They can carry dishes, and prepare drinks, they can bring the menus, and clean the tables. They can do dishes, and order new supplies.

However at the end of the day, they walk into a special room in the back, and after being counted to make sure everyone is present, the door is shut and locked. And Bam, they all vanish for the night. The next morning, the light is turned on, the door unlocked, and one by one, they re-appear.

They are not real people, yet they do very real things. They can do things that require logic, and reasoning, it is however only a product of the owners mind. At the end of the day, the only person running the business is the owner. The staff just look like real people, they however will all vanish at the end of the day. And thus, every six weeks, it looks like the restaurant has new staff, but really they just look different, they are of course all the same person. This game is fun to play for a long time, until some writer comes along and spoils his big surprise.

You see, I wanted a date. I figured it out, but let’s see what happens next.