Birthday Dinner At Perle Noire

ED: My 23rd birthday celebration. No, I wouldn’t call it a celebration, more like, consolation of growing old. The only consolation of this day would probably be this dinner. At Perle Noire, a restaurant I’ve been dying to try to moment I smelled the magic produced behind the kitchen. I could only smell, and swallow my saliva as I served dishes like Lobster Thermidors, Mussels In Spicy Wine Sauce and Juicy Steaks to the fortunate. I was a waiter. A job I swear I’ll never ever take again. It was miserable watching people eat such delicious food. I lasted  3 months on the job, it was too much suffering to bear. So I came back, with a vengeance to eat.

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