This restaurant has a superb menu

There’s so much flavour in each dish plated

Connoisseurs all recommend the venue

By reputation, patrons leave sated

Whether they had nibbles or a full glut

As souls are rich, potent, everything but

Easy to digest.

Each spirit tastes of a riot of song

And intoxicates like a well-spiked punch

No one expected would be quite so strong

Or they might have chosen elsewhere for lunch.

So, offering more than mere sustenance

Each bite is a heady experience Every mouthful, a swallow of moonshine

The table is laden with rage, guilt, grief

And other gastronomic works of heart

Helplessness, sorrow, pain without relief

Are all popular victuals found in art

Consumed with gusto the more they’re intense

Epicures give, for distress, praise immense

Fine food is depressed.

Torment as entrée then platters of woes

Courses full of hardship and misery

Make for some hearty books, music and shows

There’s every anguish at this eatery

And the aroma! Oh, the sublime smell!

Bellies fill just sampling indirect hell

Hunger gone, the thirsty still wait in line.

That’s why happiness comes with the repast.

While tribulations are interesting

The first morsel would also be the last

Since life provides such extreme seasoning.

Tragedy can empower or destroy

But where it’s gourmet food, water is joy

And lets palates rest.

No one comes here for the decadent fare

Hence why the angst is complementary

People don’t queue for the tears, the despair

Though they love the scent of its artistry.

I’m just like every other sybarite:

I only ever order the delight

To gulp life’s waters, I must buy its wine.