/lit/ - Literature

I went to a Mexican restaraunt once that was huge. Like 6 dining areas all strung together with little doors. The place looks like a constant fiesta. Gold and rainbow decorations covering the walls and ceiling. The place is 24/7 in the heart of downtown. I asked where the bathroom was and got 4 different answers. I wanted to write something about a white northerner coming to town for business, goes to a restaraunt for a meeting, his coworkers never show up and every room he enters is just another extension of the restaraunt. He runs out of money by buying food there. Maybe he gets a job as a bus boy. Washes himself in the bathroom. He befriends all the mariachis and learns to play the guitar. He comes across a patio door thinking it leads outside, but it's just an enclosed outside dining area. He starts learning Spanish. He forgets about his wife and children. He is consumed by the endless Mexican restaraunt.