fandomtownies | Cafe Luke's, Saturday

Zinzi had come in with her notebook, today, working out the best way to advertise her services for finding things in this town -- and maybe a new business card slogan, since "word pimp" was seriously starting to get on her nerves. Of course, the kitchen staff had all had to immediately know what she was working on, which lead to her finally giving in and giving them a run down on her shavi.

"So . . . could you find Jimmy Hoffa?" the dishwasher asked.

"I told you, I don't do missing persons."

"Besides, he's not missing," the cook said. "He's under Giants Stadium."

"Oh sure, if you wanna go with the official conspiracy theory," the dishwasher said.

"What about Flight 19?" the busboy asked. When the others looked at him, he shrugged. "What? It's not a person, it's an airplane."

Zinzi decided she was better off staying out front today, and letting the kitchen staff argue amongst themselves.

Today's specials
Kitfo leb leb (spiced, minced rare beef) or
Doro wat (spicy chicken stew) with
injera (Ethiopian flat bread)

Luke's was open.

[ooc: and OCD free, as I will be going AFK in about half an hour.]