Luke's, Friday
Priestly was feeling a little bit . . . odd today. Nothing he could quite put his finger on, but his temper was definitely shorter than usual, especially with the kitchen staff.
"Really?" Priestly picked a shrimp out of the seafood paella the cook had whipped up and flicked it across the room. "Everything in here is overcooked. Are you an idiot? You can't even handle a dish like paella?" The busboy opened his mouth, probably to point out that, well, paella was pretty damn hard to make properly, but Priestly silenced him with a glance. "You! Go stand in the corner."
"But --"
"Corner! Go! I'm just going to have to do this myself!"
Today's specials
Cauliflower souffle with brown butter
Salmon Wellington
Cronuts
Luke's was open. But, really, with that attitude, it wouldn't be any wonder if he was on the losing end of any love triangles.
[and OCD free, she said belatedly.]
"Really?" Priestly picked a shrimp out of the seafood paella the cook had whipped up and flicked it across the room. "Everything in here is overcooked. Are you an idiot? You can't even handle a dish like paella?" The busboy opened his mouth, probably to point out that, well, paella was pretty damn hard to make properly, but Priestly silenced him with a glance. "You! Go stand in the corner."
"But --"
"Corner! Go! I'm just going to have to do this myself!"
Today's specials
Cauliflower souffle with brown butter
Salmon Wellington
Cronuts
Luke's was open. But, really, with that attitude, it wouldn't be any wonder if he was on the losing end of any love triangles.
[and OCD free, she said belatedly.]