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>> Cafeteria 1 <<

( The Table ) The infamous Table. Who hasn't heard of it? It is amazing the garbage that floats around as information. So what was it, this Table? This so called secret organization of killer physicians? Well, it wasn't something to be found in some high rise executive suite, or in a back room off some dank alley way. It was right out in the open. In fact there were two "Tables", so to speak, only one an actual tangible item. The other was, associative, conceptual. As you entered County Hospital's downstairs cafeteria you could either head straight on in or veer toward the left into the food line which eventually wound its way back into the large dining room. The view straight ahead was what can only be described as a post-neo-utilitarian industrial public access decor hall. It was nicely painted, clean, but generally barren looking. Clearly, no interior decorator had ever been given a go at it. In contrast, upstairs, the visitor's coffee shop with its fancy frosted glass panels sporting cut designs, chrome rails, and trappings such as real plants and oil paintings, was what you expect to find in a public place seeking your business. The coffee shop was attractive to look at and comfortable to be in. You come in, think about what you want, place an order and attend to conversation while your food is prepared. That was medium rare, correct? Imagine asking that question in the caffeteria where the only choice was an unspoken but understood - as is. The downstairs cafeteria, with few civilizing splashes, was close to being the shoe box that many called it. It was cheap - and fast.