As the young girl hoping to get one of the two waitress jobs listed in the morning paper's want ad section walked into Lebeau's - once the premiere experience for Southern Fine Dining until the late owner's youngest son, Remy, inherited the establishment against his wishes because who in their right mind wanted to run a restaurant at twenty-one or so he believed then - the place had turned into quite a shoddy (the front door was practically falling off its hinges), disgusting (not one table was completely cleared of dirty dishes), smelly (Marie couldn't even figure out where the stench was coming from!), all-around giant mess that she nearly left, except she held her ground because dammit, she really needed the money and a job where not too many questions were asked was her best bet to continue laying low
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2) The southern cooking restaurant of doom
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