Luke's, Monday
"When the hell you guys gonna take these skeletons down?" Eliot asked as he came into the diner for the day.
"¡Ah, señor!" The dishwasher started, only to cut himself off when Eliot raised his hand.
"You're central Asian, man. And your accent's terrible. These are clearly Halloween skeletons, not Día de Muertos, and unless you're plannin' to spend the day in the cemetery honorin' your ancestors, I don't wanna see a single damn sugar skull in here, anyway."
The busboy sulked at him. "Why do you hate fun?"
Eliot just rolled his eyes and went to go set up the specials menu for the day.
Today's specials
Tired of sweets yet? Try some
Shepherds pie
Sauteed kale
Savory roasted butternut squash
Luke's was open.
"¡Ah, señor!" The dishwasher started, only to cut himself off when Eliot raised his hand.
"You're central Asian, man. And your accent's terrible. These are clearly Halloween skeletons, not Día de Muertos, and unless you're plannin' to spend the day in the cemetery honorin' your ancestors, I don't wanna see a single damn sugar skull in here, anyway."
The busboy sulked at him. "Why do you hate fun?"
Eliot just rolled his eyes and went to go set up the specials menu for the day.
Today's specials
Tired of sweets yet? Try some
Shepherds pie
Sauteed kale
Savory roasted butternut squash
Luke's was open.