There is more to eating than just food. Shadowy vines creating a labyrinth of light lifts me into the silky sweet womb where we go to eat on Mother's Day. Soft music from live musicians carries us gently through the room and we are seated at a table surrounded by the sacred feminine in all her glory.
The Mercury Cafe nurtures both our bodies and souls. It feeds our eyes with whimsical lamps and tigers leaping out of the walls. Ancient Chinese dragons wrap themselves around the columns and Lao Tsu emits a slightly disturbing looking man-made light from under his large hat shade.
The food is all local and cooked to perfection. Everything from the delicate wedges of fresh pineapple to the Quiche Linda on my plate is exquisite. There are even plump little red strawberries lying in tiny puddles of their own juice.
And when all is said and done and we can eat no more, the lavatories have tiny sinks built over the toilets, so that not one drop of water need be wasted. It is immediately recycled as I stand there.
I leave here in tune with the universe, harmony humming gently, connecting my body and soul in a way that I seldom find.
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