A restaurant called “Concept.” All of the tables were translucent and lit from within. The server brought a tray of four sandwiches (ham, turkey, roast beef, and salmon). He then told us that we had to bid on the sandwich that we wanted.
I thought it was just, you know, a concept. Then one of my dining companions took out two credit cards and asked his wife if they should just split one. We went elsewhere to eat.