Dr. Hannibal Lecter tends bar

[cook_the_rude]

It may even be that Dr. Hannibal Lecter volunteered to take over from the bar today.

In any case, he is standing behind the bar now, in an apron and with rolled-up sleeves, serving drinks and food. His specials board is eclectic and European, somewhat like himself.

Drinks

2012 Grüner Veltliner (Lower Austria)
2011 Schiava Gentile (Alto Adige)
2010 Prosecco Valdobbiadene (Treviso)

Budweiser Budvar (Czech Republic)
Rubarb Juice Spritzer

Food

Mixed Salad with Pumpkin Seed Oil and Speck d'Alto Adige
Lamb Carpaccio
Cream of Pumpkin Soup
Blueberry Marinated Salmon with New Potatoes and Lemon Hollandaise
Iced Coffee with Dulce de Leche

[[meta: as always, nothing in this food is people. people are only fed people on request. thank you!]]

Comments

[x_coriare]

She spent the night in a room upstairs last night. That was a little nerve-wracking, but ultimately the bar provided everything Sooraya could have needed. But she's a little surprised when there's an actual person behind the bar this time.

She's holding a colorful fashion magazine to her stomach a little apprehensively as she approaches the bar, reading the specials board.

[cook_the_rude]

"Good evening!" the actual person behind the bar says, sounding cheerful and polite. "Can I get you anything of that? The rhubarb juice spritzer, perhaps? It's organic."

[x_coriare]

"Good evening," she replies, looking over the specials board. "I must confess I don't know what most of that is," she says. "The drinks, anyway. But yes, it sounds good. If it's non-alcoholic."

[cook_the_rude]

"That is the point," the actual person behind the bar says. He pours an off-pink juice into a glass, filling it about a third, then fills it up with fizzy mineral water. It turns a slightly opaque pink.

"Here you are," he says, pushing it over to her. "I must confess that nothing I have cooked today is halal."

[x_coriare]

She smiles and her veil lifts gently across her cheekbones, showing the expression as the corners of her eyes wrinkle. "That's alright," she says. "I'm not very hungry right now. The juice should be alright. I've only just come here yesterday, and my door vanished. I'm still very much getting used to it."

She supposes, really, it's not all that different from where she came in from, for all that she's encouraged to leave there either.

[lt_blade]

Sonya had already eaten dinner (having been able to arrange a proper one with Lance), but when she sees Dr. Lecter at the bar, she figures she has room for a small snack. Especially since she's changed from the dress greens to her more comfortable BDUs and doesn't feel so stiff. Besides, she's in the mood for something sweet and the iced coffee looks like it'd fill both roles.

"Would you be offended if I just skip to dessert and have an iced coffee?" Not that the pumpkin soup doesn't look good, but she could only take too much heavy food at once.

[cook_the_rude]

"Good evening," Dr. Lecter says, giving her a friendly smile. "This isn't a formal dinner. Just a salad, or dessert, is a valid option for anyone."

[lt_blade]

"I'll still go for the dessert." She was in the mood for something sugary, especially after some of the days she's been having. "Already had dinner, but looking forward to something sweet."

She took a look at the board. "Maybe a rhubarb spritzer as well."

[cook_the_rude]

"It seems to be the day for it," Dr. Lecter says, smiling.

He pours an off-pink juice into a glass, filling it about a third, then fills it up with fizzy mineral water. It turns a slightly opaque pink. Then, he pushes it over to her.

[lt_blade]

That's a hell of a color, not something she really expected, but then she's had rhubarb pie before so it's not a total surprise.

The taste of course is slightly sour/sweet. "Really good actually." Would help against iced coffee.

"You ever consider offering cooking classes here?" He certainly seemed to enjoy it and hell it was a chance to work with knives.

[fairy_fixit]

"Looks like I caught Bar asleep again," says the 51 cm woman that comes buzzing in on beetle wings. "It is almost always a good opportunity to try something new," she says with a smile as she alights on the bar.

[cook_the_rude]

"So, what would you like?" the man behind the bar asks.

[fairy_fixit]

"The salad looks appealing, though I don't know what Speck d'alto Adige could be," she answers.

[cook_the_rude]

"It is an air-cured bacon speciality from the Alto Adige region between Austria and Italy," the man says.

[fairy_fixit]

"Bacon? What is that?" The concept hasn't quite reached Zanaris. It is relatively new even on the planet that Zanaris orbits.

Kane knows wine, but the mun does not.

[closesecond]

It is a supremely relaxed Kane that approaches the bar - one who in no way looks as though he has just presided over the conquest of Zaire and fabricated a GDI massacre in Poland on the same day. He takes a seat at a stool near the corner.

"Good evening, Dr. Lecter," he says.

[cook_the_rude]

"Good evening, Dr. Caine," Dr. Lecter says, coming over to him. "What can I get you?"

[closesecond]

Kane glances at the board. "I'll start with the salad and follow up with the salmon.

"As for the wine, I'm familiar with the varieties but not the years. From which vineyard is the Veltliner?"

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter picks up the bottle and shows it to Kane.

"Domäne Gobelsburg, 2012," he says. "You can't go wrong with a very young and dry Veltliner from a smaller vinery in Lower Austria. Those notes of pepper and citrus make it positively invigorating."

[closesecond]

"Indeed," Kane says. "And it pairs well with a remarkable variety of foods, seafood included. I'll go with that.

"Your suspicions about my world were correct, by the way."

[herr_bookman]

The scents of trees, smoke, ink, and magic linger around Autor today as he opens the door from the grounds. He spares a glance for each corner of the bar over his book, afterwards ignoring all and sundry on his way to the infirmary.

[cook_the_rude]

"You want a drink first," states a dry voice from the direction of the bar.

[herr_bookman]

"No, I don't, thank you," Autor says, peeking over his book. His step doesn't slow.

[cook_the_rude]

"There is nobody in there, apart from the rat," Dr. Lecter says, quietly. "If you were wanting medical assistance for having singed yourself with magic, that is."

[herr_bookman]

"I didn't singe myself with magic," Autor says. "Good guess, though."

And now he stops, and turns partway, lowering his book but keeping it open with a thumb. "Can you smell magic, Dr. Lecter? What does that smell like? Does the scent change from different schools and worlds, or is it all generally the same form of processed energy?"