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UNIVERSITY BREAK ROOM ON SUMATRA

Reviewed by Jezz

Upon entering the Sumatra University Break room and Commissary I was instantly aware that the decor had been designed to stir one's imagination, that is... if you try to imagine how many dumpsters and storerooms have been raided to supply that many decrepit pieces. The eclectic collection of furniture has the added bonus of surprising any diner who leans too far in one direction and entertainment value for those watching. Further entertainment comes in the form of a docu-western holo. While I'm sure that the research into the relationship between the ancient cowboys and their trusty dinosaurs was exhaustive, I can't help but feel that the establishment might have profited from taking a leaf out of the book of those old early twenty-first century sports bars where anyone wishing to hear the audio accompaniment to the program had to go home to receive it.

The standard of service was perfunctory to say the least. However, it was heartening to see that the waitdroids do make an attempt to bus the tables at least once a week. I, of course, ordered the signature dish, a plate of grey looking meat and gravy. When I inquired about the vegetable of the day I was informed that the vegetables had already been given to the theme park construction workers. The term "given" appears to be a euphemism for "projected at high velocity".

Tucking into my repast proved even more interesting than first expected. The meat was covered by a semi-congealed concoction that varied in texture from floury globules to the greasy film that collected around the edge of the plate. The grease is obviously designed to lubricate ones gullet in the off-chance that a diner might actually manage to cut a bite-sized morsel from the pallid lump of anonymous meat. The taste of the meal is a fitting tribute to the shredded non-descript coveralls it so closely resembles in appearance. I feel I should congratulate the University on providing unending joy for all those suffering from that rare affliction, compulsive mastication. Indeed, such a meal might become the training aid of choice for all political students endeavoring to gain the stamina needed for prolonged filibusters. For myself, I prefer to look at it as food for thought rather than consumption.

I did have one question for the waitdroid who so studiously failed to clear away my plate. Alas, the droid simply shrugged when I asked the origin of the meat. But as I left the Break room in search of that elixir of life, Sumatran coffee, I once again heard the muffled sounds of arguing from one of the classrooms and the debate began to make sense. "Cow!" "Horse!". I'm leaning towards the latter.


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