Noodle

The girl pushes opened the door of a well decorated restaurant.

The place was almost full. She sat down at the only remaining table, picked up the menu, and started to read.

In no time, a waiter approached her, and said, "Madam, may I take your order?"

"Fish and chips, please." The girl replied while still thumbing through the menu.

"Excuse me, madam, that's been sold out. After all, the old English recipes is just too unhealthy for a young lady like you," the waiter remained his impeccable manner, "Em... I would recommend our assorted noodle for you. After all, that's the only thing we have."

"Do you mean I have no choice?" The girl was slightly annoyed, "In that case why's there a menu at all?"

"Madam, the menu is part of our decoration," the waiter smiled with a trace of contemn, "As to choices, yes, there are. Our boss never chooses to dine here - and neither is our chef."

(To be continued.)