In the middle of this carnival freakshow is an island of restaurant food stalls. Once inside this net, it becomes its own dinner theater. The piranha barker vultures are all competing with each other to get passersby from the overflow of the freakshow…. There are over 100 stalls, all BBQ-ing their lamb and chicken kabobs, all have the same menu, all have their memorized rhymes and lines to rap and hypnotize any unsuspecting victim into their den…

At some point, it does work, or I have a breaking point and my resistance wears out and I cave in… So I ate. Meanwhile, or all the while, the perfect dinner music is seeping in and throbbing just outside the island of stalls in the ever-growing, steady steam train of tribal drums and lute and throat yodelers… as it fills any possible hope of quiet peace… a non-stop wall of constant rhythm and chanting and singing… Bon Appetit…