I knew I was in the right place. There was an overbearing smell of oil and fat and sauces that when concocted together on a sizzling pan, causes an alluring aroma that dances in the air and dives right into the nose, triggering associations of deliciousness. My mouth waters in anticipation and desire. I can see others have heeded to the call as we line up to see our stomach’s desires.

I can see the chefs turn the meat, the steaks glistening in the light, twirling like a dolphin out of water and splashing into the sauce like a pig in mud. Hot air rushes off the meat like fireworks exploding from the excitement of this creation. I am salivating even more as my mind imagines what it would be like to have that meat rolling in my mouth.

As I get closer, I can hear the sizzling of the heat against the meat. It’s as therapeutic as the sounds of a shower that takes you away from the noises of the world. The chatter of life and its distractions are silences as the bubbling oil commands to be heard. I gulp as I make the final approach.

I purchase the heavenly meat and it glistens and dances and sizzles and calls me. I grasp it. It is hot to touch but I’m drooling. Like a siren, he commands me to take a bite. Frenzied, I yield to my senses and wish to fulfil the final pledge to my stomach’s desire. I take the bite.