There are rules for first contact with aliens. And a place to meet aliens where the rules are enforced. Simple things like avoiding smelly bodily emissions, even if your race considers them a compliment, and complicated things like not asking another race if they are edible. Feel free to read up on the rules of the First Contact Cafe, then pull up a bar stool, or a pool of sludge, have a drink of beer or get high on methane, and plan your next trade deal, a compelling con, or find a mate compatible to your DNA. But whatever you do, don’t piss off the bartender. Your prosperity, or your demise belongs in her hands. She owns the First Contact Café, and your soul.
A hilarious collection of stories set on a space station where species can meet for the first time and hammer out trade negotiations under the protective eye of the station master who makes sure no one eats each other, or that things otherwise get out of hand - for a small fee of course.
A lot of fart and poop jokes overlaying a well thought out examination of what makes people both different and the same. A funny take on all the usual drama and seriousness of First Contact.
There are some really fun stories in here, all following the guidelines created in Phyllis Irene Radford's original story (first in this anthology, originally published elsewhere). A detailed and broad platform in which to tell all kinds of stories of alien species meeting for the first time and negotiating deals. Some chuckles and Aha moments!