Jesus Fantastic's Food review

so, after watching a documentary called bozo texino about train hopping and the various hobo artworks on the trains i fell into wandering about clark street and surrounding industrialized drone zone, keeping my eye out for rare north american gypsy art to snap digitalized photos of, being fully aware of the contradiction that that is...on one of my many forays into the land of autobody shops with large steel doors, fences in disrepair and topped with unnecessary barbed wire, and floppy wooden staircases to brick walls i spotted Sam's Bakery and thought it would be romantic in a Kerouac kind of way to stop for a coffee and pastry of some sort, maybe write whatever was happening outside. i rang the door chimes, the sound of voices and clangy working coming from somewhere in the back. an old haggard looking chinese woman came out in dirty smock and irritation. i asked for a coffee and a piece of carrot cake covered in icing and sliced almonds, a crafted icing carrot the raison d'etre...she pointed to the self serving coffee urn behind me with exasperation, then got me my carrot cake before dissappearing into the back again, a volley of angry curses being thrown about back there like it was a war zone of pastry creation...hmm, must be good s**t, i thought in naivety... i stirred my coffee with a communal spoon sitting on a dirty napkin u are supposed to use to wipe spoon clean before next person uses it...i then sat down at a table by the window and picked up a strange bottled gooey concoction on a styrofoam plate, just like the one my carrot cake sat, and the plate made a loud ripping noise as it peeled off the greasy table...i looked around realizing everything was coated in this thin film of grease...grease? in a pastry shop? my feet squeaked as they unstuck themselves with each step. getting myself comfortable and situated i placed my notebook down and placed pen in mouth, staring out the window in wait for great enlightenment...i couldn't think of anything to write, looking out the splotchy filthy window was making my eyes hurt, like i had cataracts or something, no matter how many times i blinked the splotches stayed...i took a few sips of the weak coffee and thought at least i can enjoy a nice piece of carrot cake...i jabbed the cake with my plastic fork, noticing that all the moisture seemed to have been seeped out at some earlier day, and placed it in my mouth, chewing slowly to savor the...i winced at the acrid taste, it didnt taste like any cake i have ever had, like drywall covered in sour cream...it was then that i noticed a layer of dust coating the icing, and it was then that i also realized that it was covered in this icing to cover the stale taste of the cake itself...or maybe it's because i just had some coffee, i thought, cutting out another piece and placing it in my mouth...i chewed reluctantly, and for some reason swallowed also...i looked about furtively, making sure no one was looking, rolled up the last of the cake in a napkin and tossed it in the trash before leaving...