The kitchen staff were, very wisely, giving Jacob a wide berth tonight. He'd practically snarled at them when they complained about his changes to the specials. That combined with the dangerous glint in his dark eyes had forced them to accept his alterations.
He himself can probably be found, sitting at the bar, staring at - and repeatedly clenching and relaxing - his paws hands.
Specials tonight:
Steak (rare) and nice red
Summer Pudding.
[[OOC: As usual, Jake's wolfyness NFB, please. :)]]