Day 194: Price of Beef

Today for lunch I eat wagyu beef and miso-blackened cod.  Privately served to me in a shiny lacquer box, with starched linen napkin.  To drink?  Fresh raspberry juice, cut with sparkling water. 

No, I have not robbed a bank.  This is for free. 

When I say 'free', actually there is (as always) a price tag.  When you do jobs for the sort of company that provides this sort of lunch, you can pretty much bet that for the time you are with them, you are their tiny dancing bitch-on-a-string.

I've never eaten wagyu beef before.  It's good.  But tiny dancing bitch-on-a-string good? 

No.  Not that good. 

Once is enough.