Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Alex pondered the card again, his reputation as a food critic built on an insatiable curiosity and a daring palate. He didn’t just review any only food but the mysterious invitation to an unmarked Soho venue, marked only by a fly insignia and the number "38," was irresistible.
Upon arrival, a waiter requested his card, escorting Alex into a vast dining hall. The tables, adorned in white linen, bore vibrant flower arrangements, their petals swaying to the cacophony of conversation.
The host, Alex assumed, with his face obscured by a fly styled mask, warmly introduced Alex, or number 38, to the assembled guests. They each welcomed him with a polite applause.
The evening's culinary journey began with a curried Arapawa goat dish, its aroma rich with foreign spices. Impressed, Alex engaged with his neighbour, a veteran diner, who promised an exquisite experience.
As the diner went on, Alex marvelled at the innovation. The main course introduced only as "Mrs. Doyle" arrived. Its flavours were hauntingly unique, reminiscent of pork but unsettlingly different, a slight bitterness cutting through the otherwise tender meat.
Alex, having enjoyed each course so far, eagerly anticipated the next.
A single, rotting carrot, its surface crawling with flies, was presented. The sight of the other diners each eagerly scooping a spoonful of flies into their mouths repulsed Alex, and as he recoiled, the dining room erupted in laughter.
"What did I eat?" he managed to choke out to his neighbour, though part of him dreaded the answer.
“Much like yourself sir, Mrs Doyle was always curious, always tasting, but never questioning."
Panicked, Alex fled, the barrelling through the venue, the laughter of the diners echoing behind him. But he would never make it out. It seemed he would attend the next gathering after all. Not as a critic, but as the main course.




I've never done a prompt before so I'm assuming this is how I enter?