Café Fina, Monday
Monday, February 19th, 2007 01:33 amIt had taken four napkins, two saucers, the salt and pepper shakers, and a fork to physically drag Lumiere out of bed this morning, and even then, the going had been tough. He had nightmares all night of mud pies and paste, and it wasn't until he had woken up that he realized that it hadn't been a nightmare at all.
The look that crossed his face when he took in the mass muddy chaos of his beloved Fina was something akin to the look that one might get when a lovely French Featherduster slaps you across the face. Although it doesn't cause physical pain, you still can't help but want to cry.
The specials board today has been chiseled out of the mud:
Mud Crab Sandwiches, Mississippi Mud Pie, The Utter Agony of the Maître d'
If the staff is at all slow to take your order today, it's because Lumiere has them all scrubbing the place from top to bottom. There might be a clean table over by the window.
(OOC: Yep! Fina is open, despite the mud. I've got Monday OFF, so feel free to ping into any thread and expect a reply!)
The look that crossed his face when he took in the mass muddy chaos of his beloved Fina was something akin to the look that one might get when a lovely French Featherduster slaps you across the face. Although it doesn't cause physical pain, you still can't help but want to cry.
The specials board today has been chiseled out of the mud:
If the staff is at all slow to take your order today, it's because Lumiere has them all scrubbing the place from top to bottom. There might be a clean table over by the window.
(OOC: Yep! Fina is open, despite the mud. I've got Monday OFF, so feel free to ping into any thread and expect a reply!)