So his diner was in one piece. It pretty much always was after these things, but he didn't usually end up killing a giant winged cat version of one of his longest running employees on the street outside his diner during these things. He honestly hadn't been sure what to expect when he came over to check on things this morning.
The kitchen staff was bickering as usual, today over which of them figured out that things were going bad and to get out of dodge first. Only the busboy wasn't joining in. Eliot double checked to make sure the kid -- who was probably about the same age as his boyfriend but still a kid dammit -- was okay to work, but otherwise didn't bug him about it. Wasn't like Eliot had any interest in talking about the weekend, either.
He was more interested in throwing himself into making the best goddamn chili of his life. And the perfect, crispy french fries. And every pie he knew.
Somewhere around when he got the fourth pie in the oven, the busboy came over and threw his arms around Eliot in an enormous hug from behind. Eliot blinked, sighed, and patted the kid's arm, then went back to rolling out the next crust.
Today's specials
Cherry chipotle chiliBeef and dark beer chiliTurkish Urfa chiliAll orders come with free fries and your choice of pie!
Luke's was open and OCD free.