The Narrator's Kitchen
## Act I: The Rule The First Course had no sign. No menu. No reservations. It was on a side street off Mott Street in Chinatown, a space with no windows and a door that opened onto a dining room with eight seats and a kitchen visible from every table. Rosa Fernandez had been working there for two years. She knew the rules: one dish, no menu, no substitutions. The dish was whatever David decided...
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