This had to be one of the strangest dining experiences I have ever had. Keep in mind, one time in La Boufadora; I had a live chicken on the table while I was eating a tamale.
First, we showed up to a near empty dining room and asked for a table. The host asked us if we had reservations. When we said “no”, he said, “Oh my, let me see where I can fit you in.” Keep in mind, the place was almost empty when we showed up.
Later, we asked the waitress for our check. She looked scared and said, “I can’t give you your check.” She looked over her shoulder. “He has to give it to you.” Behind her was the host. What’s the deal? Is she serving out a period of indentured servitude? When I put my card with the bill, she wouldn’t take it. Again, with sorrowful eyes she told us, “He has to take it.”
For an overseer, the host was less than snappy. Later, Mai found this sign for a dungeon. I think that they were being serious. That’s where they imprison their wait staff.
Long story short, if you’re into humans pressed into service, then I have found the place for you.