surf and turf
Who: hyaloclastite : Bowen and You
What: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner and all your drinking needs in between. You don't necessarily need to hang out with Bowen either, if you'd like to use this post/the restaurant as a meeting place for other threads, please feel free.
Where: Land's End
When: TYL
Warnings: I'll add them if they appear.
It's been his for about four years now. A large space, decorated in clean lines and clean colors, no gimmicky decorations, unless the large tanks of fish set into the walls count, but it is and always has been primarily a seafood place. Not that the bar along the back wall doesn't get its fair share of attention, but Kelly had always been so damn adamant that cooking the food made it better than anything anyone could dream up. Bowen didn't know about that, he wasn't much of a cook, and that had made things a little complicated when he'd first tried taking over, but it wasn't like the staff had disappeared, even if maybe they wanted to after their boss tried to take over the city.
Bowen doesn't bother himself over that much, even if the basement still made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, even if he kept that fucker locked and bolted, irregardless of the fact that there were no longer creatures and artifacts hiding in the depths. They'd oozed their presence into the earth and the stone, and it would take more than time to scrub it out. Bowen was in favor of just ignoring it.
He looks out the windows onto the city idly, not paying much attention as some of the charms imbued on the place go about their business: mops and brooms with no handlers, dishes cleaning themselves and returning to the tables, rags flapping through the empty air as they polish up glassware and windows alike.
It'll be time to open pretty soon. Bowen checks his watch before going to unlock the front door.
What: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner and all your drinking needs in between. You don't necessarily need to hang out with Bowen either, if you'd like to use this post/the restaurant as a meeting place for other threads, please feel free.
Where: Land's End
When: TYL
Warnings: I'll add them if they appear.
It's been his for about four years now. A large space, decorated in clean lines and clean colors, no gimmicky decorations, unless the large tanks of fish set into the walls count, but it is and always has been primarily a seafood place. Not that the bar along the back wall doesn't get its fair share of attention, but Kelly had always been so damn adamant that cooking the food made it better than anything anyone could dream up. Bowen didn't know about that, he wasn't much of a cook, and that had made things a little complicated when he'd first tried taking over, but it wasn't like the staff had disappeared, even if maybe they wanted to after their boss tried to take over the city.
Bowen doesn't bother himself over that much, even if the basement still made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, even if he kept that fucker locked and bolted, irregardless of the fact that there were no longer creatures and artifacts hiding in the depths. They'd oozed their presence into the earth and the stone, and it would take more than time to scrub it out. Bowen was in favor of just ignoring it.
He looks out the windows onto the city idly, not paying much attention as some of the charms imbued on the place go about their business: mops and brooms with no handlers, dishes cleaning themselves and returning to the tables, rags flapping through the empty air as they polish up glassware and windows alike.
It'll be time to open pretty soon. Bowen checks his watch before going to unlock the front door.