Luke's, Monday
Eliot stood outside the front door to the diner, enjoying the sunshine. It was hot, bordering on muggy, and the air was barely moving. He eyed the sidewalk and the amount of shade cast by the building consideringly.
The busboy burst out the door with a distressed, shuddering huff. He was wearing one of the freezer's parkas and Eliot's knit cap. "Oh my god," he said. "Oh my god."
"How's the dishwasher doin' in there?" Eliot asked.
"He swears he'll have it managed soon," the busboy said. "But I don't think a certificate from Sally Struthers in air conditioning repair is going to do it."
The cook strolled out behind him, wearing his usual white t-shirt and cargo shorts. The busboy stared at him boggle-eyed.
"What?" the cook asked.
"It's fourteen degrees in there!" said the busboy.
Eliot snorted.
"Forty," said the cook. "And anyway, it feels fine over the deep frier."
"Alright," Eliot said. "Let's start moving some tables out here. We'll have patio seating for the day."
Today's specials
Buttermilk fried chicken
Old-fashioned potato salad
Blueberry crumble ala mode
"And get some umbrellas and a fan!" Eliot shouted after them.
Luke's was open.
The busboy burst out the door with a distressed, shuddering huff. He was wearing one of the freezer's parkas and Eliot's knit cap. "Oh my god," he said. "Oh my god."
"How's the dishwasher doin' in there?" Eliot asked.
"He swears he'll have it managed soon," the busboy said. "But I don't think a certificate from Sally Struthers in air conditioning repair is going to do it."
The cook strolled out behind him, wearing his usual white t-shirt and cargo shorts. The busboy stared at him boggle-eyed.
"What?" the cook asked.
"It's fourteen degrees in there!" said the busboy.
Eliot snorted.
"Forty," said the cook. "And anyway, it feels fine over the deep frier."
"Alright," Eliot said. "Let's start moving some tables out here. We'll have patio seating for the day."
Today's specials
Buttermilk fried chicken
Old-fashioned potato salad
Blueberry crumble ala mode
"And get some umbrellas and a fan!" Eliot shouted after them.
Luke's was open.