They'd made some inroads into the seemingly neverending Spam supply, but it wasn't good enough. The cook had decided that maybe if the Spam didn't
look like Spam, it would sell better, so he'd spent all morning mincing several dozen cans of Spam, boiling them in a small jacuzzi of a stock pot, and attempting to make some kind of soup broth out of it all.
It was a great plan, but it hit a snag when he discovered that all of his strainers had disappeared -- not that he noticed Yitzhak skulking around the dining room, looking far too smug about that odd occurrence. This called for improvisation, so the cook, who harbored secret dreams of being a challenger on Iron Chef someday, managed to rig up a makeshift Spam filter out of a hula hoop and cheesecloth and got the broth strained with minimal back strain and scalding.
Mostly, it worked pretty well, but every now and then a few bits of Spam got through around the edges.
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Luke's is open, and slightly desperate to get rid of all this Spam.