Luke's, Friday

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Eliot had been planning to try out a new chili recipe at the diner today, give it a good test audience before proposing it for Hardison's brewpub on the mainland. Hardison had this whole plan for atomized chili essence that Eliot was hoping to cut off at the pass.

". . . No, Parker. . . . No. . . . No. . . . Because I'm at work, that's why. . . . Not that kind of a job. . . . Well, it's only once a week, so no, I don't think it'll interfere with -- . . . it's not that. . . . It's not that, either. . . . That's just stupid. . . . I didn't call you stupid. . . . You wouldn't like it, most of the buildings are too short. . . . Yes, except for the castle. . . . No. . . . No. . . . No. . . . Because it's the dorms, Parker. . . ."

Clearly, the universe -- or at least Parker, in which case most likely also Hardison -- was conspiring against Eliot's anti-molecular gastronomical plans. It was going to be a long day.

Today's specials
Honey and beer chili
Cornbread
Rhubarb pie

Luke's was open.

Comments

Mod your service

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Where no one cares if you're a youngin' ordering a beer-based dish.

Talk to Eliot

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He admittedly also doesn't care if you're a youngin' ordering a beer-based dish.

It's cooked beer, it doesn't count.

OOC

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What was supposed to be a quick and easy morning turned into driving all over town and then taking over a new position at work a day earlier than planned.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!