This is a versionary tale dedicated cautiously to the foodie who also happens to be a backwards ass-jack who would go through extremes just to have an exquisite dining experience.
Documenting ancestry in the abstract is keeping a daily (life), noting those activities that seem to be original to the mind curating the food (for thought).
Who was the rocket scientist that came up with the idea to carpet the floor of a fast-food restaurant??? Forget the rocket scientist. Should not we blame the social engineer who is attempting to design a more intimate space and experience?