410 scramble

I woke up this morning in a puzzled state. I had a weird dream that was set in a restaurant. I must have been on a friendly outing. Accompanying me was a woman that was a little shorter than me. She was wearing a blue and grey striped shirt with a white hoodie. Her auburn hair was back in a ponytail. In the restaurant, we were at a counter with a glass partition. The counter was sort of in the middle of the place. It had a white table cloth with different foods all laid out nicely on display. On the other side was a server in chef garb. I’d say she was in her late 20′s. Her brown hair was pulled back. Her face looked a little severe like she wasn’t ready to take any grief from anyone. She was in charge of serving food to whoever was there.

Both me and my friend were peering through the glass looking at various cheesecakes and pies. She was the first to ask about the food. She asked a question about one of the red cheesecake options: she asked if it was really sweet. The chef took a knife, got some of the red glaze and spread it on a round foil cake base. She presented it to my friend, how took her left index finger and scooped up a big glob of the glaze. She tasted it and commented that it was much too sweet. She asked about the strawberry cheesecake and once again the chef happily got some red glaze, spread it on the foil base and presented it to her. Once again, she scooped it up and stuck her finger in her mouth. She looked quite pleased with herself and let out a long “mmmmmm…” She exclaimed “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” I was just there watching all of this being completely amused by the spectacle. She ordered a slice of that strawberry cheesecake.

It came to my turn. I looked at some other options through the glass and somehow settled on a soup. It was full of mussels and had a creamy orange texture. It smelled like a spicy Thai soup. I ordered a bowl of it, at which point my friend scrunched up her face and sounded disapproval. I asked her what was wrong and she just commented, “Mussels are hairy. Blech!” I agreed, but figured that the soup would be good. The chef didn’t seem quite so amused to serve the soup. I looked over to the cheesecakes and asked for a slice of blueberry cheesecake. The chef suddenly got pissed at me. “Cheesecake??? After mussels???” I think I struck a raw nerve. She continued on a rant: “The head chef will be sitting nearby. I will not have you embarrass me!” I was just confused. I mean, I saw nothing wrong with having the two. I just shrugged and asked her, “What do you recommend then? I’ll just take whatever you suggest.” I thought that was a good idea because obviously she felt she knew better. She said “With mussels? The 410 (four-ten) scramble”. First thought that popped into my head: “Brampton?” Anyway, she pulled out this dark burgundy dish with a mess of different chunks of gelatin in it. The colours were dark purple, light green, and some shades of red. The colours themselves reminded me of different types of grapes. It did not look appetizing at all, but I just went with it.

As we went to our table, I was trying to figure out why the chef would be so embarrassed for me. As it turns out she was actually going to sit with us at our table. My friend and the chef were still disapproving of what I ordered. They both decided to go to the washroom together to “discuss.” As I waited there, I looked around at other tables trying to figure out who the head chef was. Over to the side I saw an old balding white guy sipping an espresso. I didn’t know if it was him, but I just decided that he was the likely candidate.

Aaaand, that’s when I woke up. What’s with all of the disapproval? Why was this one food based? How did Brampton creep in there? So many questions!

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