By Barry Vitcov
The perfectly cooked rabbit was pulled out of the top hat and placed on the plate before us. “Bon appetite! And enjoy your magical treasures,” said the tuxedoed waiter. Service at Café Surprise was, indeed, different. We smiled at each other, shrugged, and cut into some of the most delectable meat we had ever tasted. As we finished the meal with a final sip of Oregon Pinot Noir, we held hands, closed our eyes, sighed with contentment, and suddenly found ourselves inside an immense top hat before it was lifted revealing a wildly applauding audience.
Barry Vitcov says he writes because “I’m retired. What else is there to do!”