Miss Kitty's Physic Cafe

Topper, my neighbor across the hall, of an elder race....he said that if I'd never been to a physic cafe, he would take me to one for dinner tonight, if I liked.  So later towards evening we set out walking down Baker Street, heading towards one of the older sections of the Wandering City.  On a section of the boulevard with small gift shops, and tables out on the sidewalks from quaint cafes, we entered Miss Kitty's.  The idea of a physic cafe is that you arrive with no expectations, only a good appetite, and sufficient good credit.  There is no menu, and no daily specials....the physic staff will just take a good look at you and decide the meal that you need.  We were seated by a window, with a view out into a small garden space.  Soon Miss Kitty herself appeared....a feline creature of some sort, a head shorter than I perhaps, looking like a mother cat from Mother Goose.....dressed in a blue and white apron, with a matching bonnet on her head.  To help keep cat hairs out of the food?  With a rumbling purr, she regarded us through cat's eyes.....and made her mind up as to what we needed to eat I guess, because she turned and slinked back to the kitchen doors.  A roboserver quickly arrived with cold beer....so far so good....and then something that seemed to be either chicken nuggets, or maybe they were fish, with a red dipping sauce, and a white.  Then for me, a dinner salad, a typical "house" salad like at a good steakhouse.  For Topper, some alien looking greens, with beets?  And then soup...my favorite corn chowder, Topper with something with shells floating in it.  And then for me a perfect plate of pork-roast, with new potatoes, peas-and-onions, and gravy.....Topper was digging into what could have been a roasted capon, but with four wings.  And my grandma's bread pudding, and black coffee.  Replete and beaming, rubbing our bellies, we expressed our delight to Miss Kitty, paid the bill and left a hefty tip, and wandered off into the night.