Luke's, Friday
It wasn't actually anywhere near cool enough out for all the roasting the cook wanted to do.
"No," Priestly said, every time the cook pulled out another pot. "Chicken or beef. Unless we get specific orders for both, you have to pick one."
The cook opened his mouth to protest. Priestly cut him off with a wave of his hand towards the dishwasher and the busboy, who were both sacked out in the corner shirtless talking about sweating out toxins and going on vision quests. The cook glared bloody murder at them, and Priestly, satisfied, turned to head back out into the dining room.
"Roasting is a dry heat!" the cook could be heard shouting. "Dry heat!"
Today's specials
Roast beef with root vegetables
Baby cactus salad
Apple strudel
Luke's was open.
"No," Priestly said, every time the cook pulled out another pot. "Chicken or beef. Unless we get specific orders for both, you have to pick one."
The cook opened his mouth to protest. Priestly cut him off with a wave of his hand towards the dishwasher and the busboy, who were both sacked out in the corner shirtless talking about sweating out toxins and going on vision quests. The cook glared bloody murder at them, and Priestly, satisfied, turned to head back out into the dining room.
"Roasting is a dry heat!" the cook could be heard shouting. "Dry heat!"
Today's specials
Roast beef with root vegetables
Baby cactus salad
Apple strudel
Luke's was open.