It was 12.45am on a Saturday when the server lost his soul. He was pouring a glass of Paolo Bea Sagrantino di Montefalco 2003.

He became aware of a difference in himself. Though he tried, he could not make himself care about the customers or the job, nor for that matter about the food itself. He simply didn’t care.

THE DAY THE SERVER LOST HIS SOUL BY JOSEPH LAMPE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 13

It was 12.45am on a Saturday when the server lost his soul. He was pouring a glass of P…