Cloud 9 was the pinnacle of food and entertainment in Phonyland. If you wanted a good breakfast, you went to Cloud 9. If you wanted a fancy engagement dinner, you went to Cloud 9. If you wanted a few drinks with your mates, you went to Cloud 9. If the reviews on StableSpoon were anything to go by, not visiting the place at least once was a crime against everything that was hip and happening. With his Instagram account ready for a rush of foodie images and his overpowering need to be the guy that had tried all the coolest things in overdrive, Wildflour had stopped by for lunch on a busy Sunday.
Unfortunately it took only a quick perusal of the menu to realize there was basically nothing he could eat. Having recently (see: last week after seeing a documentary about animal products) converted to veganism, Wildflour was disgusted by the lack of options. There were a couple of vegetarian dishes but everything had some sort of sauce or twist that was unpalatable to the vegan way.
"This is unacceptable!" Wildflour announced, dropping his menu in disgust. His picked up his phone and logged into StableSpoon. "Prepare yourself for a scathing review!"
The young colt probably should have waited until he’d stormed out of the place first, or at least not been quite so loud about it, because over on the next table Dude Food and his siblings were having their own lunch and probably arguing over some sort of food trivia.
"Uh oh," Dude Food said, leaning back in his chair and mentally preparing himself for the proverbial storm that was about to hit the other phony.
Atmadja
I went ahead and started it
shortcutt
let the feeding commence!
Amorpheous
oh wildflour
purplerosesbeauty
he gon die