OK, let's give it a try. Sorry for my English. The observer is from an OTL, and he's dining in Riga, in an ATL akin to Chaos TL...
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"I have a bad feeling about this", I whispered.
"Why? It's an international cuisine resaurant". The word he really used was "overseas".
"That's what bothers me". Since I had no other choice, I'd got myself used to local food, but it was hard. Ubiquitous breakfast lemishki [buckwheat fritters], and peas-and-raisins pryazhentsi [fried patties, but with different fillings] as fast food... Often I found myself yearning for a hot dog.
"Surely you'll find something to your taste".
"And where am I to seek? Do they have a menu in the house, or I am supposed to know it by heart?"
"A what?"
It turned out they didn't. You booked a seat in "The Goldenred Roan", like in a cinema, and you got what you're served, along with other guests: an eight, twelve or fifteen course dinner. It made your meal a social occasion, and what I dubbed "restaurant" was in fact more a "club" or a "salon". I've already noticed that most guests were already acquainted with each other -- obviously, they were used to dining here. They looked at me and Vlad with a hint of suspition. Maybe that was because I didn't manage to lose my accent...
And then it hit me.
"Twelve courses?"
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Should I continue?