I was eating salad, nervously. Even here, it paid to be cautious.
Harry opened this place almost as soon as they’d outlawed vegetarianism. He deals in underground potato-bake and illicit spanakopita, while listing cocaine as a bar-snack.
I’ve even seen the Mayor here eating aubergine parmigiana, though he’d swear blind it was moussaka.
Of course, it’s not the Mayor they arrest when this place gets raided.
But we’re fighting back.
We’ve got agents in every abattoir, every supermarket, every restaurant in the city, and we do amazing things with mushrooms.
You think you’ve ordered steak. But we’re all vegetarians now.
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This story came from a picture that was both prompt and challenge:
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