[Sometimes working for the paper had its advantages, and an all expenses paid trip to review the lottery winner's restaurant didn't seem like such a bad catch as jobs went. Still, it could be awful. What if he couldn't cook?
Actually...it couldn't get much worse than refried noodles from yesterday. Even his dog had turned his nose up at that, not that George could really blame him.
No, dinner out didn't seem so bad. Shame he didn't have any company, right?]
I have a reservation for two--Eyewitness Ltd? If a pretty lass comes in here alone send her my way, there's a big tip in it for you.
[He winks, running a hand back through his greying hair.]
Action, sorry this is late I had to set up a new printer D:paysdelamourDecember 18 2010, 00:58:44 UTC
[He smiles brightly at the man, how charming! And so very handsome too. But he seemed straight, he did mention "lass". Damn.]
Of course, monsieur. I will do my very best. And right this way to your table! [He takes him to the best table in the place, close to the kitchen but not too close, and right next to one of the new, recycled-glass windows. He pulls out the chair for him and gets him a menu.] Je m'appelle Francis, I am your waiter and cook for this evening. I will just give you a few minutes to look over the menu, and be right back to serve you your drink order. [He wouldn't want to crowd his new customer after all, and bows his head a little to him, going to make a quick check on his other customers.]
Action <3 It's okay, I had to sleep anyway.purity_npcsDecember 18 2010, 13:15:22 UTC
[George does try to keep up appearances, you know. Well, it doesn't seem as bad a place as all that. Good service, friendly staff. Nothing to complain about yet, which was honestly a pain in the ass as far as writing a review went. Nobody wanted to hear about a restaurant which was perfect in every way, they wanted scandal and intrigue and food with severed fingers and bloatfly wings in it.
He follows to the table, drops down into his seat and looks Francis in the eye for a moment before taking the menu from in front of him. Right. Drink menu, then... Now what was he going to charge to the boss this time?]
[Ohoho, Francis knows your type. He knows the critics who simply try to ruin as many restaurant's star ratings as they can. But Francis is going to be sweet and polite the entire night, and make sure you get the best damn food that he can give you.
He comes back after checking on everyone else, filling up glasses of water and tea and keeping tabs on the others, mentally filing each person in his mind. Then, he goes back to George, smiling softly at him.]
[Oh yeah, he's definitely that kind of customer. George examines the table while he's left on his own, humming and adjusting a few little pieces on the top of it. It doesn't quite fit with his compulsion to have every item at ninety degrees to everything else, but it's close. Very nicely presented, considering the budget the restauranteur was following. Lottery winner...yeah, that was a story in of itself.
He leans back, glancing up at the owner as he approaches. Handling his table personally, is it? Does he prepare the food, too?]
A mineral water, please, and let's skip the wait and go straight for a starter order. Can you serve me a little of everything, do you think, or should I order it all seperately?
[Francis did just recently open his restaurant, so unfortunately he doesn't have a reliable staff yet. Soon he'll get a couple of waiters, though.]
Mineral water. [He nods, noting that down in his mind.] That will be no trouble, monsieur, I'll have that out as soon as it's ready. And if you need anything else, anything at all, I am at your service! [He bows his head a little and, with a smile, disappears for a moment. He comes back with a mineral water for George, and then he zips into the kitchen to start cooking.
Many, many moments later, Francis comes out with several items on two plates: a small steak, the more popular medium being selected for its cooking, with a dry rub of rosemary and a few other spices; a fillet of salmon with a sweet glaze; a small cheeseburger with all the toppings (he had to thank Little Ritsuka for that idea, everyone wants one now); and on the other plate, two small cups of two different soups and some green beans amandine (he knows this entire place mostly consumes meat, but vegetables in butter with
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Actually...it couldn't get much worse than refried noodles from yesterday. Even his dog had turned his nose up at that, not that George could really blame him.
No, dinner out didn't seem so bad. Shame he didn't have any company, right?]
I have a reservation for two--Eyewitness Ltd? If a pretty lass comes in here alone send her my way, there's a big tip in it for you.
[He winks, running a hand back through his greying hair.]
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Of course, monsieur. I will do my very best. And right this way to your table! [He takes him to the best table in the place, close to the kitchen but not too close, and right next to one of the new, recycled-glass windows. He pulls out the chair for him and gets him a menu.] Je m'appelle Francis, I am your waiter and cook for this evening. I will just give you a few minutes to look over the menu, and be right back to serve you your drink order. [He wouldn't want to crowd his new customer after all, and bows his head a little to him, going to make a quick check on his other customers.]
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He follows to the table, drops down into his seat and looks Francis in the eye for a moment before taking the menu from in front of him. Right. Drink menu, then... Now what was he going to charge to the boss this time?]
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That's right, you're getting sabotaged, monsieur Evans.
He comes back after checking on everyone else, filling up glasses of water and tea and keeping tabs on the others, mentally filing each person in his mind. Then, he goes back to George, smiling softly at him.]
May I start with your drink order, m'sieur?
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He leans back, glancing up at the owner as he approaches. Handling his table personally, is it? Does he prepare the food, too?]
A mineral water, please, and let's skip the wait and go straight for a starter order. Can you serve me a little of everything, do you think, or should I order it all seperately?
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Mineral water. [He nods, noting that down in his mind.] That will be no trouble, monsieur, I'll have that out as soon as it's ready. And if you need anything else, anything at all, I am at your service! [He bows his head a little and, with a smile, disappears for a moment. He comes back with a mineral water for George, and then he zips into the kitchen to start cooking.
Many, many moments later, Francis comes out with several items on two plates: a small steak, the more popular medium being selected for its cooking, with a dry rub of rosemary and a few other spices; a fillet of salmon with a sweet glaze; a small cheeseburger with all the toppings (he had to thank Little Ritsuka for that idea, everyone wants one now); and on the other plate, two small cups of two different soups and some green beans amandine (he knows this entire place mostly consumes meat, but vegetables in butter with ( ... )
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