Kolman's Diner and lounge

[Verdauga]

Consider this: One-eye is serving drinks at fourteen.
'Cause I'm 'Murican, I'd put the limit at 21.

[Booklover]

I'd put it at 18. Though that leaves me out anyway.

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

It's 18 in NZ.

[shisteer of nothing much]

It's 18 in NZ.

True but it should be 21. *is tempted to launch into a rant about the dangers of excessive alcohol usage but really doesn't know much about it* Basically the only thing I use alcohol for is making vanilla essence.

[Verdauga]

*is tempted to launch into a rant about the dangers of excessive alcohol usage but really doesn't know much about it*

*Decides to point out the physical, mental, emotional, and financial damage alcohol causes*

[Keva Strongbow]

*Looks at menu* Do u serve steak here?

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

And do you have any schnitzel? Teer and I would like to make biltong.

[shisteer of nothing much]

I think if you want an meat other than bacon, you'll need to hunt it yourself. Fortunately, I went to the butcher today. *goes outside briefly and returns with a huge parcel of meat* I figured the more, the better.

[Kade Rivok]

This is a strange establishment.

[Verdauga]

*Put on sunglasses with a grimace.* Forget it, Kade. It's Hectaville.

[Booklover]

Here, strangeness is normal.

Being considered 'weird' (either by yourself or by others) is also normal (and probably not just here, everywhere else as well).

[Verdauga]

However,  place is a bastion of order "safe from the travails of Hectaville." Speaking of order, may I take yours?

[Booklover]

No, I think I'm going to go for a walk. *leaves*

[Keva Strongbow]

Oh! *Watches Booklover walk away* I guess I'm ready to order! Er...I'd like your T-bone steak, cooked well done please

[Verdauga]

*Writes down order.*
Okee. I apologize upfront for the wait.
*Grabs Thomasbane and leaves the building.*
*Comes out of the kitchen sometime later with the steak.*
Here is your order, ma'am. I believe that's two coppers and one silver.
*Hands Keva the steak on a platter.*