“This is weirdly familiar you have a really huge neck is it possible that you are a fan of French film noir and a student lawyer?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Well that is the thing about déjà vu I guess it is not a reliable guide to tangible reality.”

“Reality cannot be said to be tangible sir the truth of the universe is not observable and in any case takes place at a level below the Newtonian human understanding and in many ways also above it our scale is habitable but not relevant to the extrinsic cosmos. Even if it could the tactile is mediated by fallible sensory apparatus.”

“…In like ten seconds I am going to walk up your face like a cat on a curtain and bite off one of your ears.”

“That is quite unnecessary Herr Telemark I am yoshing you the management is delighted you have come.”

“What is it with the yoshing in this country wait Doc did you—”

“Get in the club Banjo.”

—

So here under the Hotel Kieselstrand’s original art nouveau ballroom there is a modern-built art deco bar called the Jahrhundert and it is only when you go through Jahrhundert to the private dining area and down in the executive lift that you come to FischFisch, and FischFisch has a heavy velvet door and when you get beyond that door and take a seat it becomes rapidly apparent that FischFisch is a sushi bar wherein you can throw sushi to attractive somewhat naked people somewhat dressed as seals or indeed dress yourself in a manner of wet foot-binding plastic flipperslipper and bark for your futomaki from the preternaturally attractive hospitality team who are themselves wearing a cutaway interpretation of Yupik hunting gear that has as much to do with the original activity as the chaps of a woman riding an electric bronco at Joe Lariat’s Rodeo Grill in Miami, Florida, where I have not been and nor should you the pie is awful.

FischFisch offers numerous other sushi-based activities that have names in Swiss German I thankfully do not understand, because this is the most bespoke and salubrious fetish establishment on the planet. There is literally not one surface here from which you could not eat your dinner, and indeed people mostly are although technically I am not sure a person can be a surface.

All of which is very educational and Rex in particular appears to be learning a great deal and much of it stuff he would acquire in no other way. I do not know if this place is culturally appropriative or just so fucking weird as to belong to some other category of shit for which previously I had no name.