The Vinegar(100 word challenge)



The vinegar

By Raghav *beep boop nope name*


The vinegar was too sharp. It tasted like my tongue was being filled with metallic flavor. Ick. I voiced this to the chef, and they apologized. It was hard to pull of a vinegar dish, but the challenge was still failed. They would be eliminated. Actually, it is possible that since it was such a original idea, and how close they came to pulling it off, i’ll let them stay.

Good job, team Clayton.

Farewell, Ladue.

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