Not just “post-modern.” This is post-sanity, post-satire, post-anything you would like to call it.
It is also jaw-droppingly hilarious. I mean, if you can drop your jaw and burst out laughing at the same time.
The restaurant is named La Sirène. Despite the specificity and insistence on the pink Himalayan salt (where do they get salt in the Himalayans or shouldn’t I ask?), the eponymous siren is not named.