Week 8 EOC: The Adventure

It was a windy, cloudy day in Berlin, Germany as Phileas stepped off the train to explore the city. There seemed to be something off about this particular day, like something major was going to happen, either good or bad. Phileas didn’t what and didn’t really pay much attention to this sort of off feeling he was getting this particular day. His time was limited in Berlin, so he had to make sure he saw and got done what he needed to in time for the next train of town. Quickly, he headed toward the inner city to see what it had to offer. The streets were flooded with people, walking in every direction, some bumping shoulders as they passed others, birds seemed to be flying in odd patterns. It almost seemed like the world was not itself that day. “Am I missing something?” Phileas asked himself. Not really thinking too much of it, he carried on with his adventure. He started to get hungry so he looked for a bar nearby to grab a quick bite. After searching through the crowd of people and chewing up a bunch of his time, Phileas at last found a bar. Just like the streets, that too was flooded. Phileas grabbed himself a table and waited for the bar to clear up. It took, a little bit of time but he finally got a beer and placed an order for food. He ordered a basket of fries and wings. Not an unusual bar order but just enough to get him by. After about thirty to forty-five minutes and a couple beers, Phileas started to get upset about still not receiving his order. Knowing his time in Berlin was coming to an end, he confronted the bar tender. “Where the hell is my food? It’s been forty-five minutes, I’m starving and my train leaves soon.” “Sorry sir, we’re a little backed up at the moment. I’ll see what we can do for you. Is there perhaps something else I can get you while you wait?” “Jesus, this is ridiculous! I demand the best damn thing on your menu and I definitely don’t expect to be paying for this!” “Certainly sir, we’ll get something going for you right now!” The bar tender came back five minutes later with two plates; one with his wings and fries, and the other with something that Phileas couldn’t’ keep his eyes off of. “Here you go sir,” said the bar tender, “here is your wings and fries, and also I brought something special on the house.” “What are these things?” asked Phileas. “These sir, I present to you are ‘Poppin Pretzels’. Filled with melted cheddar cheese, bacon and sausage. Here, try one.” Phileas took one bite and BAM, his eyes lit up with satisfaction. “My god, these are delicious! It has every element I look for in a bar snack; crunch, cheese, and meaty and greasy. PERFECTION!” The poppers were so good, he asked for the recipe and took it back home with him.