‘‘SOULFOOD’ is a matte black cube on four white wheels, looking for all the world like a car pulled from a children’s drawing (this child only had a black crayon). The windshield, if it exists, is matte black and indistinguishable from any other surface. ‘SOULFOOD’ has a habit of departing suddenly and in a direction that doesn’t seem like its front (though, given the identical sides, it’s difficult to say where any indication of its front or back comes from). ‘SOULFOOD’ has a habit of appearing in unlikely places, usually sandwiches uncomfortably between two other eateries but sometimes in the middle of a forest or at the top of an icy hill. It’s not a particularly welcoming sight, but it smells great.
There is nothing outwardly frightening about ‘SOULFOOD,’ if you discount the above description. It doesn’t exist in a way that flies in the face of established reality. The windshield thing could be the result of paint or glass or cameras. The odd behavior could be a form of guerilla marketing. The smell could be talent, plain and simple. What frightens people about ‘SOULFOOD’ is that they don’t seem to accept any sort of acknowledged currency. They serve food for… free?
The question mark, here, indicates a widely held suspicion that ‘SOULFOOD’ is taking ‘something else.’ Something that isn’t immediately missed.
This may be the most comforting thing about ‘SOULFOOD.’ This taking- this manipulation of customers in the process of taking- it is the cornerstone of every modern eatery, really. ‘SOULFOOD’s only crime is doing it in a way that draws undue attention.’
-an excerpt, Autumn by the Wayside
