Luke's, Monday

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The kitchen staff was wassailing. Both of the drunken singing variety, and of the chanting about the harvest variety. Never mind the fact that, being in the kitchen, there were no houses or orchards to visit. They were too drunk to notice.

"The wine floweth like waters from the taps!" the busboy informed Eliot very seriously, when he demanded to know what the hell was going on in here?! "It is as it has been foretold in the scriptures."

What scriptures? He couldn't say. Just kept making some sort of monkey noise, all "ook ook."

"You're trashed," Eliot said.

"Free wine!" the cook cheered, raising his glass.

"It's ten o'clock in the morning," Eliot said.

"Whatever, Scrooge. More wine for us."

Today's specials
Today's a great day to try our salad bar!
because the cook is too trashed to be trusted with the stove

Luke's was open. Like . . . ish.