Sketches of Mello's Bistro

DerekJohnson said:

Walking down the street, one is greeted by the aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls wafting from Mello's Bistro. But upon entering, the place is virtually empty. A waif-model-turned-waiter is polishing glasses at a back table. He doesn't bother looking up as I enter. Looking around the dining area, posters of Pele and Beckham adorn the walls. A dog-eared copy of The Communist Manifesto sits upon a nearby counter. A Flock of Seagulls plays low on the stereo. The room's meditative quality is disrupted only by the muffled commotion coming from next door at Damone's Bar. It sounds like a biker gang has just pulled up out front. I think I'll wander over there.

MelloDawg said:

DoogerMcFarland said:

I thought the title was Sketches of Mells' Bistro

If DJ’s technically gifted and colorful prose doesn’t, on its own, elicit images of my bistro in your own mindscape, I can’t help you.