Luke's, Thursday

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So the first thing Parker had done when she found out Eliot was now managing his quaint little island diner was have six crates full of Hardison's microbrew from Portland shipped in.

There was no point in trying to point out to her that the diner didn't have a liquor license. Eliot also wasn't 100% sure that things like that even counted for anything on this island. The former manager had apparently constantly had his pet hanging around. Plus, the kitchen crew had said something about the Mayor showing up naked for a towering plate full of bacon, but that had to be an exaggeration, right? (Don't tell him the truth. He really didn't need to start training in preparation for someday fighting a bald eagle who might turn into a naked man.)

Today's special
Try out one of Portland, Oregon's weirdest microbrews:
THIEF JUICE!
Pair with chili for a fine summer meal!

You could practically see the pause to sigh between that colon and the name of the brew.

Luke's was open. And tasted like bad guys.

Comments

Mod your service

[vdistinctive]

That chili comes in beef, turkey, and vegetarian.

Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

Let him tell you all about how the name of the beer -- and it's various taglines -- were not his fault.

OOC

[vdistinctive]

"Theif juice: It's a mouth crime."