The Spam was all gone due to some miraculous turn of events -- but anyone peering into the kitchen might notice that the staff seemed to be oddly depleted today. Funny how everyone had called out with stomach ailments, really.
This left the busboy in charge of cooking. It didn't
seem to be all that bad, given the specials board:
Today's Specials
Herb Roasted Chicken with Potatoes and Vegetables
Turkey Breast with Dressing, Potatoes, and Green Beans
Spaghetti with Meat Sauce
Breaded Shrimp over Angel Hair Pasta
. . . they just weren't mentioning the fact that these were Marie Callender's frozen dinners. Which would be why Yitzhak was cranking ABBA loudly over his little karaoke machine out front: to drown out the sound of the microwave. Not that he'd
deny it, strictly speaking, if anyone asked, but he was sort of figuring it was a step up from Spam, at least.
Luke's is open, if skirting dangerously close to the false-advertising line.
(No pun intended. Okay, yeah, intended.)