Luke's, Saturday
So according to radio, there was a thing happening today. A thing that apparently involved, at the very least, multiple versions of the same person occupying the same space.
So Eliot went to the diner. Because that seemed like the sort of thing people would want comfort food for. And because if he had to run into other versions of himself or his friends, he wanted to be on his own damn turf when he did it, thanks.
Everything seemed pretty normal until a guy came out of the freezer wearing a hazmat suit and carrying an enormous tool box. Eliot picked up a barbecue fork.
"Oh, don't mind me," said the man in the hazmat suit. "I was just checking on the generator. Doesn't do to let a nuclear reactor go too long between check ups." He pulled off the hood of his suit and smiled. "I'm Vincent. Former owner of this fine establishment. What happened to the 'Cafe' part of the sign?"
Well. At least he wasn't an alternate Eliot.
Today's specials
Four cheese baked macaroni and cheese
Garlic red-skin mashed potatoes
Cherry pie
Luke's was open.
So Eliot went to the diner. Because that seemed like the sort of thing people would want comfort food for. And because if he had to run into other versions of himself or his friends, he wanted to be on his own damn turf when he did it, thanks.
Everything seemed pretty normal until a guy came out of the freezer wearing a hazmat suit and carrying an enormous tool box. Eliot picked up a barbecue fork.
"Oh, don't mind me," said the man in the hazmat suit. "I was just checking on the generator. Doesn't do to let a nuclear reactor go too long between check ups." He pulled off the hood of his suit and smiled. "I'm Vincent. Former owner of this fine establishment. What happened to the 'Cafe' part of the sign?"
Well. At least he wasn't an alternate Eliot.
Today's specials
Four cheese baked macaroni and cheese
Garlic red-skin mashed potatoes
Cherry pie
Luke's was open.