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Imagine stepping into a building that seems to challenge the laws of physics itself, a structure straight out Frank Gehry's sketchbook. This is Maximal, where the dining experience is as much about the ambiance as it is about the food.

Inside, the acoustics might have you questioning the choice of insulation—or lack thereof—as sounds bounce around the eclectic vibe. Think peak hipster when it comes to dress code; tuxes need not apply. This place is for those who dig the offbeat and artsy.

Your table, illuminated by fluorescent lights, sets the stage for a meal that's anything but ordinary. The dishes, an amalgamation of science, art, and a hint of madness, offer something quite different than nourishment, but rather, humor. They are not just prepared; they play with the concept of dinner time itself. 

In this culinary wonderland, everything on your table is edible—napkins being the sole exception. A garden of microgreens and lettuce comes encapsulated, and served alongside dehydrated seaweed and dried fish flakes, challenging your perception of texture and taste.

Then comes the tear soup. Yes, asparagus tear soup, spun in a centrifuge and served in a ball you're supposed to sip from. Following that, an all-black dish that leaves too much to the imagination, and a Caesar salad that's more concept than crunch.

The real head-turner is the venison, served with a side of existential crisis via headphones, playing the life story of the deer you’re about to eat. It’s either a bold move or just bold, depending on where you stand.

Dessert is pretty much a science experiment, with sugar bubbles that are more gimmick than gourmet, even if they were shooting for 'tastes like cloud.'

Calling Maximal's menu "quirky" doesn’t quite do it justice. It’s more of an enigma, a puzzle that’s not sure it wants to be solved.

In the end, Maximal’s approach to dining is so out there, it's almost in orbit. It tries hard to be groundbreaking, and while it might not fill you up in the traditional sense, it’ll definitely give you something to chew on—metaphorically, at least.