MICHAELIS FOODY

PRESENTS

THE STARFARER FOODY´S STAR GUIDE
(Updated since November the 9th 2023)

Dear Reader,

Before you lies the very first print of the Starfarer Foody´s Star Guide.

It is a long overdue guide.
Currently, travelers through the Starfarer, being explorer, trader, or independent entrepeneur must seek for themselves which establishments are deserving of their clientèle.

Now that travelling between the Pit and the Habitat has been secured it is of vital importance for the weary traveler to know where to sit down and enjoy a well-deserved refreshment.

Though I consider myself an astute sommelier and enthousiastic connaisseur of the local cuisine, I am beholden to keep secret the qualities of those who work at certain establishments to provide additional entertainment.
A gentleman does not speak of such things.

We shall work our way from the lower ranked establishments all the way to the one where everyone shall, albeit temporarily, feel like royalty. However that might feel.

In the near future I plan to travel towards the Mutant Town and add their establishments to the list.
Though to be honest, don´t get your hopes up. You might have to have mutated yourselves to enjoy the palate of mutant cuisine....


Starting with the lowest of the low:

A late and rather horrific find.

The monks of the ECLSS have decided to forego on the pleasure of fine dining and the joy´s of a well crafted drink.
They have abolished all pleasures of life, all joy-de-vivre.

There is nothing to judge here. No food, no drinks. Nothing.
A wasteland, devoid of the finer things in life.

When you find yourself here; leave while can.

Michaelis Star: unrated

You know them, we all do.
The benchmark against which we hold every other food-item available.

The N-tabs. Let us not discuss what they are made of.
We all know. We don´t want to know.

They are the reason we search for something to tickle our palate.
Something made of actual edible ingredients, a good glass, or maybe... something fresh.

N-tab dispensers are never the same as some of those who claim authority within the Starfarer have been meddling with the size and nutritional value of the cubes.

One day I found myself staring at a dust-covered N-tab dispenser.
Just had to Press a button and enjoy an iconic meal of Old Earth, distilled into chewable tablets.
A faded ad tries to entice you with a Big mac n Cheese, promising the full range of taste sensations.

But in the end they are what they are; a provider of sustenance which keeps you alive in the physical sense.

Michaelis Stars: 0

Placed in a dark corner of Camptown an extra sign is necessary to find this bar.
The bartender is rude and welcomes you with a ´´haven´t seen you here before´´,
staring at you as if he wishes it had stayed that way.

The local drink is black, oily, and makes you wonder if they have a secret supply from mutantville.
Bracing for the possibility of growing an extra arm soon, I brave to drink.
It has quite the kick to the stomach and a sort of warm afterglow.
In the end, only the view over the pit and its citylights has made it somewhat worthwhile to be here.

Rumor has it some people wish to turn Engine Fuel into a Church.
Although I am not much of a believer I couldn´t agree more.
Erasing this sin against the joys of life would be a service to our community indeed.

Michaelis Stars: 0

Only the bright sign might give you pause to check out this fast-food-diner.

Its kitchen is within an old railcar precariously seated attop the last set of rails.
Added to this is the weight of another railcar attached to it, already angling into the abyss.

There is no terrace and we could complain about not being able to sit inside, but in this case we´d rather not. As the saying goes; location, location, location!

The proprietor greets us with enthusiasm claiming his frog legs daubed in acetic acid and fried are finger lickin´ good. He also refers to an old earth recipe where frogmeat has substituted chicken meat. As we have never tasted chicken we shall have to take his word for it.
Watching his preperations does make us wonder though. The meat has a somewhat odd look to it and as soon as it hits the grill he splashes sauce all over it to hide the smell.
Is it really frog? Is it really fresh?

Drowned in acid we really can´t tell.
With the thought of what it might be the dish leaves a double sour aftertaste in our mouths.

We are definitely in need of a drink.

Somewhere else.

Michaelis Stars: 0

Deep down in the Outskirts of the Pit has emerged a small service for the recently arrived refugees and latest citizens of the Pit.
On the side of the bland container is written in hasty lettering the establishment is able to serve fresh water.

The lady behind the counter is friendly and knows her business. She somehow has managed to expell the rusty colours from the usual drag that is available as ´water´ within the Starfarer.
Whatever she did does give a strange tangy taste, but it surely beats the original.

We had a very pleasant conversation at closing hour in which she explained she wishes to steadily expand her business. She is an admirer of the already established Mr. Boone and has the enthousiasm of the owner of Synthetic Meat.

If she does continue on her plans this may be one to watch.
Currently not a star yet, but we are sure we shall have to award one or even more into the future.

Michaelis Stars: 0

Members only, though why one would want to be a member to dine here beats me.
The space is dark, grey, and gloomy.

There is a sloppy one-table set-up, some couches allong the walls and sparce seating at the bar.
The stock is minimal.

The food and drinks are only served after I mention I have spoken to their commander.
The taste is like the setting; drab.

Michaelis Stars: 0

Down in the depts of the Protectors Habitat one can find the closest thing to a location to quench your thirst at maintenance level, though appartently members only.

Dark, grey, and glum, with palpable tension hanging in the blue-smokey air around the bar and the huge sofa.

You´ll never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.

Besides the sofa there are a few seats at the bar.
The main drink seems to be a cheap local attempt at Bourbon called Victory.

Even though it is a typical Protectors name, you won´t find much love for ´the mission´ or anyone in charge in here. But let´s keep that quiet shall we?

What happens in maintenance, stays in maintenance.

***ADDED***

In a moment of daring I reneged on my steps and went by the lounge after hearing rumours of improvement.
Indeed there were.

The proprietor has hung a sign next to the door of a green bottle within a flashy pink circle.
Enticing potential customers to have a drink.
The interior is slightly altered, having removed a small table.

Still it didn´t change the atmosphere inside.
Gruff men and women looking for a moment of respite, albeit temporary.

Michaelis Stars: 0 (as it was before)

Situated with a view over the Grand Plaza of the Protectors of the Mission one would be forgiven to expect at least a grand café or a restaurant worthy of the name.



However, such is not the case..

The Bulwark has a collection of long tables cramped together in a tight space with bright lighting, meagre decorations, and some token seats at the bar.
The arrea breaths and feels as if you arrived at lunch hour in a prison.

You get served with something that is clearly meant to swallow quickly, so you can be on your way out of here.

Clearly, someone forgot to mention to the Protectors that apprecation for a cause goes through the stomach as well.

Michaelis Stars: 0

Found slightly on the side of Main Street in the Pit.

No to much effort in decoration or lighting, but what it lacks in style the proprietor tries to make up for with enthousiasm.

There is ample space for seating with tables set at comfortable distances from each other.
There is no seating at the bar.

The Vendor´s special consist of recycled protein.
For a deft three-fifty one can order a New Yorker, boiled in vinegar to remove any residual slime and toxins. The customer has the option to choose either well-done or medium.

The taste of the New Yorker is as strong as the pugnant smell. With closed eyes you might convince yourself there is slightly to much lemon into this dish. It is advised to order a large bottle of recycled water, non-sparkling.

Michaelis Stars: 0

Even a blind man knows he has arrived at the Heart of the ship as his skin starts to feel like being on fire.

One´s immediate, and natural, reaction is a need to douse the flames with a cool drink.
Your eyes are drawn to the end of the railway line where a container has been transformed into a bar and aptly named ´The Last Station´.

On approach you start to notice the drunks barely standing against the wall or crumpled upon the floor.
Shaking, they try to bring to bottle to their lips to have another gulp.

I approach the single left barstool to take a seat.
The bartender eagerly appraises me as a newcomer and starts his salespitch with commendable enthousiasm.
He recommends the house-special, called the Northern Lights, named for the eerie glow the engines produce arround them when they are overheating.
He vouches in person you shall be able to see these effects with the help of his drink even when the engines are running just fine.

A regular sitting at the bar smiles at me and gently brushes a string of her long copper colloured hair back into place.With an alluring grin she tells she and other regular customers have set up some seats and a table further up with a view over the engines. If I fancy, she is willing to show me the views.
We are interupted by a grumpy man to my left warning me to stay away from the edge.
She tells him with a frown it is a long drop indeed.

The Last Station has no seating, nor has it any protection for it´s customers against that burning feel of radiation poisoning. It does have seats at the bar, creating the comfortable and at the same time restless frontier atmosphere of a small railway-bar as seen in those Old-Earth movies of gunslinging heroes.
The drinks showed me the lights and the radiant company..., well, as I said, a gentleman doesn´t speak of such things.

To get back on topic the Northern Lights bring a welcome diversion of daily Starfarer life.
However, for some this diversion becomes their prefered reality leaving them desperate and crawling for more for the remainder of their meagre existence.

In the end we have to rank the bar for its services and not the beauties who might be there when you visit.
As such, the bartenders enthousiasm not withstanding, there is certainly room for improvement.
A room sheltering customers would be a nice start indeed.

The Last Station shall definitely leave you with a lasting impression.
Whether it is your first station on a road of bliss or truly your last station remains up to you...

Michaelis Stars: 0

Hidden for the hasty on their way to glory, above the crowds camping in front of the Shuttle Bay Gates, there is a small refuge to escape the haste, stress, and challenges of being stuck between rival factions. A moment not to worry about life, nourishment, and a peaceful home.

If only such blissful peace could endure....

A kind lady with a passion for taking care of others set up shop at this unlikely location.
The bar is only accessible along a ladder straight up the side of a container.
Up on the next level a small terrace with a table for four and a bar great the ones in search of a moment of peace.
The proprietor has installed a large machine which, she claims, produces smoothies.

Which kind differs with what kind of ingredients she can lay her hand on.

I order the smoothie of the day.
With a slurping sound the machcine sets to work to produce something pink-ish into a dented metal mug. To top it of the creation gets a metal straw.

The taste is sublime!
Asking what it is made of the lady shrugs and said it was made with some kind of fruit one of the refugees brought her, he even claimed it came from the yellow zone.
It is mixed with dried bits of N-tab to create thickness, water, and part of the tiny batch of algae she managed to get delivered.

I get the impression I got here on a lucky day. Maybe on other days here ingredients are less tastefull. The fruit gives a marvelous taste, whether it truly originates from the fabled ´yellow zone´ we shall never know.

Rumor has it the refugess might be allowed to set up their homes in the Pit. The lady explained she has no doubts she shall follow her brethren and her temporary bar shall be a thing of the past.

I hope she can get the chance to set up something new and find the peace she is looking for and the bliss she is so liberally sharing with others.

If her first pop-up bar is anything to go by, she has the talent and the passion.

Michaelis stars: 1 (+0,5)

A late addition to the bars springing up around the ship is the Golden Sunrise bar.
You can find it within the Brotherhood of Liberty residential area when you leave the elevator.

Upon arrival I was greeted with the bustling hum of the kind of conversations which give away some strong liquor is to be found here.
The staff manning the bar was frantically pouring drinks and barely had time for a short conversation.
It was a typical new bar; crowded, successfully thriving on being the new kid in town.

It is definately going to stay for a while.
The drinks served give a real kick to the gut, burn your throat to cinders, and make your eyes water as if you just have seen a real golden sunrise for the first time in centuries.

It is not as bad as Engine Fuel, but not as good as Boone´s Moonshine either.
It doesn´t stand out, but it is new.

Michaelis Stars: 1

Hidden in a corner of Camptown is a small oasis of peace and quiet.
Maybe, a bit too quiet.

It is unknown if the blue sign is an advert or the name of the place.
No one to ask.

On approach the owner gives a radiant smile, a customer!

With a friendly charm the man explains he has only water.
Triple distilled water as the Holy Sciptures tell about the Holy Trinity!

Praise the Lord for the gift of water he says and confides in me all other establishments are serving the unholy drinks of the devil. They even secretly produce alcohol! A sin!

Thankfully, I am blessed being able to taste the holy water of the Starfarer.

To be fair, after a triple distillation, the water is as close to true fresh water as on can get in this cargohold.
It is accompanied by a N-tab cube, which the owner presents with the phrase; ´This is our body for the people of the Starfarer´.

The lack of drunkards is a welcome change.
It would be better for the business if it would diversify the products and drinks available.
However, there seems to be no inclination with the owner for that to happen.

But one must give honour where honour is due.
Triple Distilled Water sticks to its theme and poors a good quality.

Michaelis Stars: 1

We are received by the owner, wearing a gasmask.
It does make us wonder why.

He immediately tries to win us over with enthousiasm for his product and his wide array of choices. No less than two hundred varieties of flavour-infusioned meat-paste:
Salty New Yorker, as opposed to the accidic one of the Food Vendor.
But also Tomato-y Marinara Red, Danish Blue and Spring Mix.

The meat-paste is claimed to be sixty percent organic, consisting of fungal protein (a side benefit of fungus infestation in Hydroponics). The cells are grown in a protein rich serum decanted from bio-recyclers.

The establishment has no other employees, and no seating.

The owner is friendly, but way in over his head.
Remembering and cataloging two hundred flavours takes too much of his time.

If he would downsize the number of flavours and arrange with the mayor for the setting up of a terrace, his establishment might be on to a bright future.

***ADDED***

On our return to the Pit we noticed the proprieter of Synthetic Meat is open to suggestions and is willing to improve.

He shows his passion for his product by adding a display of synthetic meats in front of his kitchen.
This might indeed lure more customers, but on the other hand gives his propriety the look of a butchers´ market-stall.

For the bistro feel we would really urge for some tables and seats.
However, points for enthousiasm, determination, and sheer passion for the job!

Michaelis Stars: 1 (+0,5)

Travelling around the ship you sometimes walk around places that never seem to change, but then suddeny do.

My interest was piqued at once when arriving at the Entrance towards the habitat.

There, among the crates and layabouts, slowly appeared a small centre of commerce.
It started with a medical machine to place or upgrade implants some of us are blessed with.
Then appeared a trader, and then another from the People of the Covenant.
It was only a matter of time before a clever entrepeneur would realize the potential for such a place.

And indeed there was. Beginning as many start-ups The Waystation is set up within and around a container with an open side.
Basic and ready to go.

The Waystation has 4 seats at the bar, but saddly no tables.
Service is swift and to the point.
The lack of friendly banter is understandable as The Waystation is placed at one if not the busiest crossroad of the ship.

The owner behind the counter has focused on serving drinks. No time to prepare food.
There are some drunk layabouts hanging around, but not as much as at the Last Station.
There are some good drinks available, but they are aquired from bars making their own.

There is Keepers´ ´´Bourbon´´, a large barrel of Rat Poison from Whiskey Jack, and even a pricy bottle of Boone´s.
There are plenty of bottles of that same suspicious drink served at The Last Station, which makes you wonder if these two bars are part of a plan to set up a chain of bars with station names around the ship.

We can´t reward The Waystation for the work of others, but is something definately worth to keep my eye on.

As bars go, it is a mixture of other start-ups and established points for refreshment.

The owner confided in me he is planning to expand into serving some snacks to go with the drinks, but he is negotiating with possible suppliers.
Seats and tables are planned for too.

If only they could get one of those hologram or green-lit trees from the habitat.
That would really enhance the location tremendously.

It is a place with promise on a prime location.
It shall expand through time and prosper.

Michaelis stars: 1

Naming your restaurant after the proverbial bread and then put up a sign of grapes.
Interesting.



The inner part consists of smal four-person tables cramped together.
This is alleviated however with a brilliant rooftop terrace with a view over the Church-plaza, it´s relatively lush greens, and divine architecture.

The kitchen is well-stocked, but the food and drinks haven´t left a lasting impression.
As there is only one employer you need to have a bit of patience for your food to arrive.
It has an atmosphere of calm and bliss. If you truly need peace and quiet this place might be for you.

Michaelis Stars: 1 (-0,5)

At the upper floor on the side of the Shuttle Bay, the Drinking Hole is the only establishment.
Its clientele is sometimes distracted by the luring sign of their neighbours, promising more than just food en drinks.

It consists of a lounge and a small bar-area called The Drinking Hole, the latter breathing the atmosphere of old-Earth Bistro / brown café nostalgia. There is not a lot of seating, but it is cosy. The food and drinks are agreeable, but with the recently secured lines to the Pit and Hydroponics, the chef would be advised to add more fresh and organic produce to the menu.

Michaelis Stars: 1 (-0,5)

Owned by the man of the town, the Promised Land doesn´t wholy depend on food and drinks.
As is clearly suggested by the sign above the door.

Apart from alluring promises the customer is pleasantly surprised upon entering.
Spacious, ample seating at tables, the bar, and a warmly lighted lounge to the left.
The bar-area itself has mood-enhancing blue and purple lighting.

At the bar the friendly Caleb pours us a fluorescent drink, on the house.
It has a sparkling colour, acidic smell, and the strength to dissolve paint and edge metal.

The mood is relaxed, joyful, and there is a permanent anticipation of good things to come.

If you need to lighten up your mood, this place might be for you.

Michaelis Stars: 2

Named after the to-the-point-but-friendly barman and owner Jack, Whiskey Jack´s is situated at an ideal location.

Right at the high end of the Pit´s Main Street, near the Promised Land and the Regulators.
The latter of which definitely profit from a more established bar in their vicinity.

There is a four-person table and seating at the bar.

Unusual for a bar of this size is the amount of choice.
One can order Gutwarmer, Rat Poison, High Voltage, Firewater, and Absolution.
Served in alloy mugs the drinks each have their own characteristics leaving you warm and content to be at such a place of true liberty and freedom that is the town we call the Pit.

Small point of criticism; repair your advert-sign Jack.

Michaelis Stars: 2

Placed on a balcony with a grand look-out over the central plaza of the Brotherhood Habitat, the tranquil Hilltop Diner is passed over by many of the hurrying revolutionaries down below.

The diner is devoid of decoration such as flashy lights and bright colors.

There is a counter, at what can be loosely described as the entrance.
It is here for you to check if there is seating available or have the waitress check your reservation.

The Hilltop Diner sets it´s visitors around coquette-style, round tables for two.
Though some people choose to sit here and read, or bring a friend for a drink on the terrace, the Hilltop Diner is where you bring your own La Passionara for a romantic diner.

While the revolution simmers on down below the two of you can enjoy a nice glas of red while choosing from the holographic menu what to order.

It is truly amazing what the chef of this place can do with N-tabs!

I have sampled:

N(-tabs)oodles, with ship-real eggs, a hint of balsamico-like-acidic-vinegar, and something green. I must admit I could not define the latter.
N(-tabs)ectarine-juice; freshly pressed.
N(-tabs)ougat icecream, a most delicious take on N-tabs I have not encountered before.

The Hilltop Diner is a prime example of what matters for a succesfull enterprise;
location, location, location.

However, due to the low-key approach they risk missing out on clientèle.
On the other hand, the peacefull atmosphere creates a wonderfully electrifying contrast with the buzz down below.

With more fresh produce and some additional mood-inspiring decorations this place could truly become a number 1.

Until then: Decent food, acceptable decor, great location. Best enjoyed with a romantic interest.

Michaelis Stars: 2

The top establishment of the Habitat is to be found at the administration level of the Brotherhood.
The bright red, and surprisingly anatomical, sign in the grey surroundings draws you in from afar.



Upon entering you should take a moment to appreciate the nice diner style benches and tables, lovely decoration, and fitting red lighting.
The vendor machine and the joyfull cocktail sign behind the bar breathe the feeling of being on a holiday, or at least I think a holiday should feel like this.

The bar has a terrace, but inside the mood is much better, even at the bar.

During a second visit we noticed the terrace has expanded, so there are more seating options away from the trashcollector in the back and a better vieuw towards the alley and decorations.

Food is served according to social rank, but being a ´foreign´ guest here does come with benefits, so do not be alarmed.

The friendly bartender welcomes you with a drink and offers you bacon and ship-real eggs.
The latter meaning sixty percent organic with alginic acid, carboxymethyl cellulose, and beta-carotene. As promised it does melt in your mouth. What a treat.

Compared to the Bulwark one would indeed willingly join a revolt if it leads to such an improvement in nourishment.

Michaelis Stars: 2 (-1)

Important: Members only.

Despite being members only I did manage to get a seat at the communal table.

The food is made with fresh algae, some small amount of fruits, and froglegs.
As a side-dish I sampled the hard-one delicacy of what the Grangers call Hydro-calamares or Fried-Creeper-rings. It was delicious!

The surroundings are .... efficiënt. Grey walls, grey tables, but the view outside is unique.

A lush green forrest the likes of which we, or our descendants, can only see here untill we have reached our destination, whenever that may be.

Combined whith the quality of the food this place has it all.
I would consider joining up for the food alone.

Placed straight at the source, the Grangers´ Lounge has it all.
As you might have noticed the quality of the products used is key.
And the Grangers don´t leave any doubt at that!

If they ever open up to outside clientèle and add a little decoration this would be THE place to go.

Untill then you shall have to consider for yourself if the risk of a Creeper sucking your face is worth the risk of being able to enjoy its taste later.

Michaelis Stars: 2 (-1,5)

The Diner in the Church residential area consists of a small kitchen, stocked with flat pans and a large kettle for making a warm beverage.

There is no seating at the bar, and only two two-person tables are cosying up against the wall. It breaths the atmosphere of one of those small bars, pubs, or bistro´s in a narrow alley as you can see in the movies of old Earth.

The sweet smell of ship-real pancakes wafting between the tall residency-blocks, the cosy chatter at the tables, and the fabulous dark eyelashes of the owner, lure the weary traveler to this tiny place of bliss.

Added to this it has one of the rarest of rarities on the ship.

Fresh water.

Proudly advertised and rightly so; Cool, bright, refreshing water.

After a long travel through the dirt and grime of the factory it tastes like a miracle.
If not religious on arrival, one might be tempted to become a devoted follower on the spot.

Small, simple, sublime.

Michaelis Stars: 3 (+0,5)

The hidden gem of the Pit. Tucked away in the small thoroughfare between Camptown and the Drain some people hurry past the seats along the bar without realising what they are passing up.

Boone is still building up his reputation, but if he persists with the same drive and demand for quality in his product he shall go far.

One of the very few willing to invest in quality, Boone has made sure his moonshine is one hundred percent organic. Made from freshly grown algae at Hydroponics and delivered by special order from Boone himself.

Finally a drink you can sit down for and enjoy.
What a treat.

Even though it is in an alley, with some cleaning up of the area to make room for a small terrace and a modest expansion of the menu with bits and bites of comparable quality as his drink, Boone is definitely on track to a bright future.

***ADDED***

During my travels along the Starfarers pathways I saw many bars and eateries appearing out of nowhere.
Yes, the founding fathers prohibited the production, sale, and use of alcohol.
But nevertheless, humans that we are, we created it anyway.
With the deterioration of the ship a waterbar with real clean water is a gem to find.
But alcohol shall never be in short supply.

And that is as it should be.
As we travel through this void to a new future of ourselves or our descendants we should be able to enjoy the finer things in life.

However, among the bars and eateries there is only a very select few I find myself drifting back to.
It is not the size, the decor, the prices, or the availability of seats.
Location and the service of the staff help a tiny bit, but this is not what lures back a true connaisseur.

What does? Quality.

Quality in getting pure, natural ingredients.
Quality in the passion with which the owners, chefs, and maîtres perform their tasks.

As such Boone´s Moonshine deserves to be among the top.
Boone himself is willing to pay a premium price for the algae from which his famous drinks are concocted.
And he will not settle for anything less. No synthetics. No drab water, but triple filtered at least.

I am proud to announce Boone´s Moonshine has risen in the ranks of the Starfarers Foody´s Starguide to represent the importance of quality, diligence, and passion.

Michaelis Stars: 3 (+0,5)

Sometimes you find the hidden gems in unexpected places and even then it might tike a while before you realize there is a diamond in the rough, faintly sparkling before your eyes.

Catch of the Day is one of those places.

On arrival, your skin still burning from the omnipresent radiation, it looks like a eatery overshadowed by one of the few remaining Starfarer locomotives.

Arriving at the counter the proprietress is wiping away the grease.
A good sign as a true Maître de la Maison makes sure he / she runs a tidy establisment.
The lady is to the point and also willing to guard her secrets.
However, recognizing a fellow enthousiast for fine dining sets us onto a pleasantly informative conversation.

They work with fresh produce, supplied by the mutants from the heart.

The Chef de la Cuisine is busy while we speak.
Chef is not a title to be used lightly, but this man earns it.
Stirring his pots, seasoning, tasting, combining flavours.
Working with the provided ingredients is not a challenge, for him it is a way of life, a passion.

Smoking frog bones to create a broth used to stew for a whole day shows a rare attention for detail and dedication. Nothing is left to coincidence.
I am allowed to taste the broth seperately.
I am shown gelatinous cubes made of frog skin which, the maître explaines patiently, are rich in proteïns and nutrients.

The actual catch of the day is a floater, brought in fresh that very morning.
As these creatures are a rare catch due to their virtual invulnerability to regular bullets we are in for a treat.

With anticipation I take a seat at one of the two four-seat tables and take in my surroundings. From this perspective the locomotive becomes an impressive decor and creates an lively industrial vibe.
It attracts all passers-by either on their way to the Heart´s trading quarters or to enjoy the view of the engines in good company.

The food is stunningly delicious and just what I needed after arriving the previous day.

Catch of the Day is a well-placed restaurant with a highly qualified staff.
The food is top-quality, using daily delivered fresh products, prepared with devotion.
It is situated on a prime location and with a steady stream of customers the owners shall be able to realize their dream of expansion.

Michaelis Stars: 3 (adjusted from 4)

Worthy of travelling to all by itself. Make a detour if you have to.

Perched on the edge of civilization, above the ruins of what once was Mission Control, the former wagon gives the wary traveler a moment of privacy and comfort.

You are received by your host Zillah, truly a sight for sore eyes.
Elegant scarf, raven-black hair, and captivating eyes. What a gall.

With a genuine smile she can present you with fresh vegetables (locally grown on recycled water), frog stew, or filet mignon with fresh herbs. Real herbs.

This marvelous bed and breakfast serves fresh algae imported from Hydroponics, homegrown mushrooms, and roasted froglegs.
Added to this one can order the finest lager from fermented fungae.

All this is prepared for the guests with love and attention to detail.

The name implies the quality of the place, but sadly not the size.
Highly advisable to book a room well in advance.

Michaelis Stars: 3 (adjusted from 4)

Dear reader, this guide shows you that within the Starfarer each habitat, planned or spontaneous, does have its hidden gems for the tired and the hungry.



I wish to thank you reader, the builders of our beautiful ship, the narrators of our journey, and all the owners and tenders of the visited establishments.

And if you see a man with a curly moustache and a (long) blue coat, rest assured yours truly is watching over the quality of your nourishment and encouraging the local establishments to keep working on their continuous improvement.

Cheers!

Michaelis Foody
Sommelier and food-critic

Edited 1; some spelling and grammar
Edited 2; added Kentucky Fried Frogs

August 12th 2022
Edited 3; added Hilltop Diner and ECLSS
Edited 4; re-adjusted Hilltop score and added Diner in Church Residential
Edited 5; spelling and added picture of Foody at the Diner in the Church Habitat
Edited 6; re-adjusted Pilot´s Lounge into Pilot´s Lounge and Drinking Hole

August 16th 2022
Edited 7: added Maintenance Lounge (in Protectors Maintenance area)

December 8th 2022
Edited 8: added comments to Engine Fuel, Synthetic Meat, and Burning Heart
Edited 9: added pictures
Edited 10: Added the Grangers´ Lounge and the Watering Hole

December 19th 2022
Edited 11: Lay-out and placed it at Steam-guides

December 21st 2022
Edited 12: Changed picture for Whiskey Jack

February the 1st 2023
Edited 13: Added The Last Station and Catch of the Day
Edited 14: Changed name to Foody´s Starguide (was Michaelis Starguide) for recognizability

October 15 2023
Edited 15: Added N-Tab Dispenser
Edited 16: Changed Maintenance Lounge into Protectors Maintenance Lounge and added comments
Edited 17: Changed the awards from quarter stars to half and whole stars only and adjusted all accordingly
Editd 18: Added The Waystation

October 21 2023
Edited 19: Changed the Watering Hole into Fresh Water
Edited 20: Added / replaced pictures to have Mr. Foody dressed in Heavy Boots, Fancy Ballistic Vest, and Blue Explorer Coat
Edited 21: Changed The Pilot´s Lounge and The Drinking Hole into The Drinking Hole
Edited 22: Added Triple Distilled Water
Edited 23: Changed the Last Station´s score from 1 to 0,5 stars

November 9 2023
Edited 24: Added the Shuttle Bay Refuge

July 17 2024
Edited 25: Changed the name Triple Distilled Water into Pure Water
Edited 26: Added Golden Sunrise
Edited 27: Edited Boone´s Moonshine
Edited 28: Edited The Diner
Edited 29: Adjusted the rating system from a max 4 to a max 3 system without the possibility of ´half stars´
Edited 30: Edited the introduction

Last editing by Cununculus (aka Mr. Foody); 17 July 2024