They told us we’d found the true spirit of grindcore but all we had were walks on the beach and the inevitable fondnesses for horses and people that led to instant eliminations on OKCupid. We replied that there was no true spirit of grindcore, or if there was it had lived in a jungle somewhere in Uruguay but starved in 1997. they did not respond and so we all sat there, eyes locked across the table, did not speak even when the waitress came to take our orders. we were all served the tongue on rye special with extra sauerkraut.