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Post by metalhead on May 2, 2006 18:48:53 GMT -5
**You stride inside a rustic cabin. A sign that read "The Singing Brook Restaurant" had sparked your curiousity and ushered you inside. The cozy tavern smelled of fresh baked bread and grilled fish.** 'Ello, mate! Welcome to the Singing Brook! Sit down at the bar, or rest yourself at a table, an' I'll 'urry on over to give 'e menu an' take yer order. **A lively shrew with a large apron strapped on waddled out into the open from behind the counter. She bluntly offers you a weathered parchment. On it the following list is written in handwriting:
Catch of the Day - Grilled fillet o' fish served with steamed vegetables and garlic mashed 'taters. (Ask server for list of available fish).
Soups an' Stews - Choose from tomato, potato, vegetable, corn chowder, clam chowder, hot root, stew, chili, and cream of brocolli. (Bowl or cup).
Salads - Classic Club; Spring Greens (served with dressing, choice of bread, and a wedge of your prefered cheese).
Tater Hides - Baked potato skins served with sour cream, chives, and chedder.
Breads - White, wheat, barley, sourdough, soft roll, yeast roll. (Loaf, half loaf, or roll)
Desserts an' Pastries - Scones (ask server for options) w/ meadow cream; flans (ask server for options); damson puddin'; Rosie's Cherry Plum Cake; Ragmaar's Rum Cake; strawberry fizz.
Beverages - Dandelion cordial, tea (chamomile, mint, green), october ale, cider.**
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Darter
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Post by Darter on May 2, 2006 19:53:55 GMT -5
**A cloaked otter wanders into the homely tavern, sniffing the air appreciatively. His shorts are splattered with mud and he is dripping wet, suggesting that it was raining outside. As he reaches the bar, he pulls back his hood with one paw and takes a seat, gazing at the menu before him. Looking it over briefly, he decides what he would like to order quickly and signals for a server to come over, tossing a handful of coins on the counter.**
I'll take sum 'ot root soup an' a strawb'rry fizz, mate.
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Post by metalhead on May 3, 2006 12:53:12 GMT -5
Righto, laddie. I'll get that out fer ye in a moments time. **The lively shrew scribbled the order on a wrinkled piece of parchment and disappeared behind the counter. She muttered quitely to herself as she began to make the meal.** Lessee.. Bowl of steamin' shrimp with hot coals, an' a drink of bubblin' delight... Odd combination, but I guess 'tis what one should expect from a sturdy otta like that 'un. **Rosemary had already made the hot root soup a few moments ago, and a large kettle of it was resting on the hearth, still warm. She quickly laddled some of the spicy concoction into a large earthenware bowl and stuck a clean scallop shell into it for use as a spoon. Then the shrew whipped up the delectable straw'bee fizz. Placing the two items on a tray and adding a chunk of white bread to go with the soup, the bustling waiter/cook waddled back to her guest.** There ye go, me bucko! Eat up, 'tis a good an' 'earty meal there. **She placed the bowl, beverage, and bread (which was on a plate) in front of the otter and slid the coins off the table and into her paw. The shrewmaid gave him a pleasurable wink.** Good doin' business with ye! 'Ope ye enjoy yer meal.
OOC: The Singing Brook will be closed untill Sunday. I have to leave on vacation.
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Post by metalhead on May 8, 2006 19:37:45 GMT -5
OOC: Alrighty! The Singing Brook is officially open again!! w00t!! ;D Oh. And I'm open to accepting any volunteer helpers, whether cooks or servers.
Hey, Darter. Perhaps you could have the cooks set up something like a restaurant in the future and allow them to use it as training?
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Post by Mary Narai on May 9, 2006 0:40:17 GMT -5
OOC: I'll be a server if you want me to.
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Post by metalhead on May 9, 2006 17:55:22 GMT -5
OOC: Excellent! Thanks a ton, Elena. Your help will be much appreciated. ;D As fer yer job, jus' go with yer instinct. I gave the basic lunch and dinner menu, but you can modify as you see fit, and even offer breakfist if you feel like it. I'm not to picky, so long as we get some customers who and we have some fun.
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Post by Mary Narai on May 10, 2006 1:04:32 GMT -5
OOC: Go with my instinct. Too bad it's on vacation... kidding. All right, I'll get to work then when we get another customer.
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Commander Marie and Will
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on May 10, 2006 17:38:19 GMT -5
**A loud bang coming from the direction of the door heralded the arrival of Marie and Willem Yewbow as they entered the tavern to escape from the rainy day outdoors. The harvest mice were debating heatedly over something, as was clear by Marie's aggressive stance and Willem's raised tone. As the young couple approached the others, their conversation became clearer.**
There ye go agin, laddie, callin' me a liar! **Marie stormed up to the counter and slapped a paw on the surface to accent her words.**
Ah'm nae callin' ye a liar, gel, ah'm jus' sayin' 'tis 'ighly unlikely ye've 'ere 'ad ten ladlefuls o' 'otroot in a single bowl. **Willem strode up to the counter and faced his mate, crossing his golden paws across his chest stubbornly.**
Well, ah keep tellin' ye, ah 'ave! Wot makes ye think it so unlikely, eh?
It jus' seems improbably that a lady would--
Ho ho! **The female harvest mouse interrupted her husband's response with a glare, her fur bristling.** So, jus' 'cause ah'm a gel means ah can't eat 'otroot? **She was standing now, paws planted, leaning forward intensely.**
That's not what ah'm sayin'! **Willem frowned and ran a paw through his golden headfur, annoyed his slip of words.** Wot ah meant tae say was that... well... y'know...
Know what?
It's jus' illogical, that's wot! Alright. Alright, then. **The young mouse spread his paws expressively and glared at his wife.** Prove it. Ah dare ye tae 'ave ten ladles o' 'otroot in a single bowl. Right 'ere, right now. Ah'll buy. **He dug into his moneybag and pulled several silver coins which he slapped on the counter.
Marie, knowing she couldn't very well back out now, nodded and crossed her paws against her chest.** Fine. But if ye lose, ye 'ave tae eat a bowl wid ten ladlefuls yerself.
Fine. **He turned to the counter.** One bowl o' 'otroot, wid ten ladlefuls o' pepper, please.
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Post by Mary Narai on May 11, 2006 0:59:08 GMT -5
* Elena looks amazed as she peers over her hard bound book.* Are you sure about that? 10 is quite a lot you know.* Deciding not to argue, she puts down her book and goes to the kitchen , She asks Rosie.* Do you cook or do I? Willem wants a bowl of hotroot soup with 10 ladlefuls of hotroot.
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Post by metalhead on May 11, 2006 17:38:21 GMT -5
Well know, lassie. You tell me! Yer the server 'round 'ere, right? **The shrew, being somewhat impatient in nature, did not bother to wait for an answer. Instead she made her way back to the kitchens, her gait almost a comical waddle. The petite shrewmaid bustled about the kitchen area, filling a heavy earthenware bowl with the potent concoction that was so reputable for its spiciness. Rosie dumped in another eight spoon fulls of the hotroot pepper into the soup, making a total of ten spoon fulls of hotroot in the single bowl.** Alright. Oorrder up!! **The stout cook reached to place the bowl on the counter top and ding the bell noisely.** One bowl o' 'otroot an' shrimp with a bloody lot of 'otroot in it!
OOC: I apologize if it is against the rules to use the term "bloody" in our posts.
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Post by Tumbletail Spikedog on May 11, 2006 19:50:35 GMT -5
*Suddenly, a stout hedgehog wanders into the room. She tips her snout in the air tentatively, taking in the scents of the bread and grilled fish. Tumbletail dreamily walks up to the bar. A small apron is tied around her waist and a purple tunic under it, with a copper ladle tucked into the apron. She fidgets with a string nervously and looks at Rosie.* Erm, hello! I'm Tumbletail Spikedog, and i was told to come here---?
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Post by Mary Narai on May 12, 2006 0:49:32 GMT -5
* Elena looks confused at what the shrewmaid said, but dismisses it and takes the hotroot soup to Marie and Willem. She puts it on the counter and takes the coins. She puts the coins in a small box which is where she'll keep the profits.* Be careful, okay? Don't hurt yourselfs. * She looks at Tumbletail and says to Rosie.* Ehh, Rosemary? Someone wants to talk to you out here.
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on May 12, 2006 15:20:45 GMT -5
Ugh! Ten ladlefuls?!? Marie, Willem, I suggest that you try and take on Aster -- her record's fifteen, and she's still looking for another competitor. I watched her myself, so I know it's true. And I thought I heard that there were cooks needed? **Sapphire wanders in, tying on an apron and bustling to work.** I'll make the soup myself -- I've got enough experience from catering to Aster's taste for hotroot...
**Aster bustles in.** Hiya, Sapphire, could you get me a bowl of hotroot soup? No, better make that two bowls. And one medium-sized sack of pepper, please -- I think I can finish it this time. That other spice water wasn't near enough. **The river mousemaid gabbles on to her twin, who has precipitately placed earplugs in her ears.**
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on May 12, 2006 15:31:25 GMT -5
**Marie couldn't suppress a grin at the irrepressible Twins, remembering a the last time she had challenged Aster to a hotroot contest.** Aye, ah well remember that. **She jerked a paw at her mate, who was standing beside her.** Willem 'ere seems tae think ah cannae get down a simple ten ladlefuls! Huh, can'ye believe it? **Marie rolled her eyes in mock-disbelief as she turned back to the counter, where Rosie had placed the bowl of hotroot.** Sapph, Rosie's a'ready made the first'n, but ye'd best start up anotha fer this big lump 'ere fer when 'ee loses the bet.
**Willem's only response was a low growl as he pushed the bowl of hotroot towards his wife and offered her a wooden spoon.** Jus' eat the soup a'ready!
Fine. **Tossing her head defiantly, Marie took the spoon in her paws and leveled it at her mate.** But jus' yew a'member our bet. Ah won't 'ave ye backin' out, noo.
Eat. **The young harvest mouse pushed the bowl of hotroot closer, watching his mate eagerly as she began to lift the spoon towards her mouth...**
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Post by Laylark on May 12, 2006 18:51:19 GMT -5
**Laylark just about runs into the tavern, fur bristleing from the cold. Not being one to take col temperatures very well, his teeth are chattering, his paws shaking. He storms towards the counter and slams a paw down next to Darter.**
I.... Am cold.
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