Orlando Crisp, a brilliant chef, cooks so well that fans of his talent create a private club. They are ready to do anything to have the opportunity to dine at an Orlando restaurant, and they still don’t understand what the secret is. For Crispus, the consumption of flesh is essentially an act of love, a contact as intimate as sex, and such intimacy inevitably reaches its climax. But what’s the secret? Maybe the cook isn’t telling you something? What, after all, does the bloodthirsty monster feed us?