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Written by Rebel Scum
Written by Rebel Scum
Early in the morning before the Diner floor even opens, the staff are tasked with tackling a new problem that has arisen, pertaining to the menu items and choices.
Let me get straight to the point. Do you minions know why I’ve called you here so early within the day cycle?
*yawn* No clue, bossman.
Is it for pancakes?
Beats me, dude.
What seems to be troubling you, padrone?
Ahem- Would someone care to explain to me why this exists?
Skeletor snaps his fingers and what seems to be a bill materializes onto the table. Its contents include a plethora of imported and expensive ingredients, totaling up to an exorbitant amount of money.
I never knew that there were so many variants of this ‘pasta’ substance until today, and this certainly wasn’t the way I wanted to find out. Caviar? EEL?! What mortal would even eat this stuff? And don’t even get me started on the cheese for goodness sake! Last I checked, we ran a diner, not some high-end restaurant that only the select few humans can ever possibly attend in their life! Of course this doesn’t amount to anything in the eyes of the mighty SKELETOR, but to the meager attendants, this just won’t cut it! Wait times are far too high, and in order to get anyone to buy this slop we would have to sell at a loss! So I’ll give you all one chance… WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?!
Almost everyone at the table turns to Tonio, who immediately confesses.
I must admit, it was indeed I who ordered such ingredients. However, they are a must in order to ensure every customer is cured of their ailments and satisfied with their meal.
I care not for your excuses, fiend! If your little ability cannot adapt with the food we serve here, then don’t bother using it at all!
Skeletor stands up and marches into the kitchen in a fit of rage before flinging the freezers open with magic, revealing Tonio’s stash of expensive ingredients. Skeletor meticulously incinerates and eradicates any traces of ingredients deemed not fit for the Diner. After the freezers have been stripped clean of their contents, Skeletor immediately restocks them magically with more appropriate ingredients such as ground beef, potatoes, and many other things expected to be served.
These are your new instruments of food service! And just to make sure you don’t screw it up like you did before, I’ll be assigning one of my more trusted henchmen, Beastman, as head chef by tomorrow! You have until then to prove to me that you’re still capable for the job.
Tonio bows respectfully.
Si, padrone.
Skeletor sighs before returning to his office.
Now, how am I going to tackle this?
Maybe I can help?
Oh?
My mom cooked for me all the time, and sometimes I helped her out in the kitchen. Some of this stuff seems like something mom would make herself!
Well then, this venture into American cuisine may not be as hard as I thought. The challenge here is less about how to make the food, but about how to keep it to a certain quality that Pearl Jam will still have some effect on the customer. Knowing Americans and their obsession with greasy foods, it’s going to take a lot of trial and error to figure out which recipes are the most effective. Think you can help me out, bambino?
Um… I’ll try, I guess!
Grazie! Now, let's get to work.
Tonio and Niko spend the rest of the day creating different dishes such as hamburgers and fried chicken, and testing it out on willing patrons of the diner. Tonio evaluates each ingredient down to the pinch of salt, while Niko takes a much different approach, throwing random ingredients in to see what sticks. Eventually, the two decide on two different ordering styles: made-to-order, and menu based. Once night falls, the two finally manage to create some sort of menu with the dishes they made.
Phew, that was some hard work indeed! Thanks for your support, Niko. I wouldn’t have been able to get through this without your help.
Aw well, I didn’t do that much, did I?
Of course you did! Now, for your reward.
Reward?
You deserve it. Go on and wait out in the dining area.
Niko nods before leaving the kitchen and taking a seat at one of the booths. After waiting a bit, Niko catches a familiar smell emanating from the kitchen. A few minutes later, Tonio comes out and places a domed tray in front of Niko.
I know you’ve been through a lot, bambino, so this is the least I could do to ease your mind…
Tonio opens the lid to reveal a stack of golden brown hazelnut pancakes with butter and syrup. Niko stares at the stack in complete awe.
Is this… How did you know?
Call it... chef's intuition.
Th-thank you so much, Mr. Trussardi!
Niko happily digs into the stack of pancakes, and Pearl Jam works its magic. Niko feels far less strained and tired than before, ready to take on the new day.
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