(no subject)

[basic_powers]

It's nearly time, do you know where your happy hour tender is? Well, to be fair, neither does the guy inside of the kitchens tonight. Which is why Beauford leans out to check, he's got a napkin waiting for him on the bar.

"...sure, I can pick up a shift.."

With that the napkin disappears.

"...oh, you mean tonight." He's just going to pull off the grungy kitchen apron and reach over to write on the specials board for tonight with a chalk marker.

Tonight's Happy Hour Specials
Banana Daquari
Snocone Martini
Lemon Lavender Cheesecake Martini
1/2 off all Cider and Wines

Dinner Specials
Chipolte Mac n Cheese
Smoked Caramel Onion Barbeque Ribs with sweet potato steak fries
French Onion Soup with summer berry salad


"Come an get it!"

Comments

[thesupersmeller]

That's the beauty of having the chef right in front of you - he gets to know first hand he's done good.

"Okay, that is... a little slice of some heaven there." He manages his eyes opened and licks his lips, regarding the ribs; "I'm willing to bet those are the whole damn thing."

Loosening his shoulders like a runner on the line, takes another deep smell of the smoky-sweet sauce before taking the first big bite.

And it is so good.

[basic_powers]

He's just waiting for the moment when Gus finds out he missed out on the ice cream day this chef had. Still, he's just about beaming with pride over that particular ribs recipe.

"Nice to see someone's adventurous, next time I take up cooking for my rent, I'll be sure to let you know. Might even make that alligator chili again."

[thesupersmeller]

Practically glowing, licking his fingers when he finally sets down the remains, Gus nods emphatically.

"You let me know, man. I'll get my boy Shawn and between the two of us you'll be set." He giggles and washes down the goodness with a long drink; "If it's half as good as these ribs, I'll try anything you've got."

[basic_powers]

"I'll be sure to post up my name alongside of whatever I'm serving up next time," He'll dig under the bar a moment to find those little lemon scented wet napkins for Gus. "Name's Beauford Tannen by the way."

[thesupersmeller]

"Pleased to meet you you, Beauford..." he almost trips over the name, but with a moniker like Burton - he can't exactly judge the name of someone probably from a totally different universe.

After taking several more large bites, he manages to ask; "Please tell me back on your world you're in school to get paid to make this stuff."

Assuming school, of course due to apparent age and not lack of ability.

[basic_powers]

"I've graduated with my masters in History and Bachelor's in education already...This stuff paid for college." There! A little basket of wet napkins found and produced. "I love cooking, but man, working professionally made me start to hate it. Never got to see the people actually enjoying the food."

[thesupersmeller]

"You're kidding," Gus shakes his head, still nibbling - eventually relenting to the wet nap.

"Man, what are you doing now, then? Some kind of history teacher?"

Talk about wasted skills...

[basic_powers]

"No, sadly that job fell through." He just has to shake his head disappointed. "I'm working as a Bartender in Seattle when I'm not here in Milliways. I was really looking forward to teaching some classes on Bronze civilizations, societies, and architecture."

[thesupersmeller]

"I can imagine," he shakes his head; "sounds like a bit of a waste - though I'm glad we've got you here."

He takes another large bite of the mac and cheese with a half-lidded grin.