This story is one rich in images you can't soon forget:
"rat tunneling in secret trespass through the upholstery"
"the click of forks and knives, the quickstep rubber-soled waitresses sliding china across Formica"
"a black spotted salamander crouched on its delicate rot feet and watched him with eyes like bits of obsidian"
This one gets a definite HELL YEAH from me on the recommendation front. So much is right about the writing for so much to be wrong about its detailed predicaments.
Here's a link to the short story online for your reading pleasure: