h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Whoops the token drunk just reminded me I was opening tonight.

*Turns sign in door over to say*

Open.

Oh wow...I am the very first customer. I've been waiting all week for this place to open

Well..if the chef is willing...might I have a Vegetarian Lasagne Verdi? And I'd like a glass of Tokaj wine. Perhaps it is a bit too sweet and it certainly is not in keeping with the Italian theme, but it is my favorite.

*CdelD tries to get the attention of the Waitress but she's doing her nails*

No problems bella, I'll serve you myself.

Chef, uno lasagne verdi del vegetarian para the laydy.

I'll just go and get you, your wine.

Save some for me, eh. *looks around blearily*

*Pours a glass for Zmrzlina and pours the rest of bottle down drunks throat*

I'll just fecth you a fresh bottle madam.

Oh my...this is going to be an interesting meal.

The chef would like you to have some complimentary garlic bread. Dairy or non-dairy butter?

Thank-you, might I have a bit of olive oil to dip it in instead?

Your garlic bread and Olive oil.

And One Vegetarian Lasagne Verdi.

Eat and enjoy.

Ciao

Grazie.

*CdelD puts on some violin music on the stereo*

Sorry we have yet to employ a violinist to serenade you.

Well, I'm sure it won't be long before you have an orchestra full of violinists pounding down the doors for the privilege to play here.

My compliments to the chef. The lasagne is perfect. Just the right blend of seasoning and the presentation is lovely. It is not always easy to make vegetarian *look* as good as it tastes.

To order from here on out, please go to the ordering forum at http://www.h2g2.com/forumframe.cgi?forum=36535&thread=46132 and talk to your friendly, heavy-accented waiter. Thanks .

Veery good cheez I have one employee willing to work.

I'll help too... *giggles*

*bursts out of the kitchen chasing a agitated chicken with a meat cleaver*

Come here you little...*notices the only people in the restaurant*
Um..hehe...just a small problem in the kitchen...nothing to worry about..

*The chicken perches on the drunk's head. Shallow 15 looks at the meat cleaver and starts muttering to himself*

...bad idea to kill the token drunk...go get nine iron...

*heads back to the Kitchen*

---Erin M.

*Zmrzlina slips back in, scoops the chicken off the gentleman's head, and runs out the door singing..."

Born Free! As free as the wind blows. As free as the grass grows. Born free to follow your heart!

*...and releases the chicken into the wild.*

*comes back out with the nine iron*

Where'd it go?

*looks around puzzled for a minute...then goes back to the kitchen for aspirin.*

---Erin M.

*doesn't notice anything*

*notices the drunk noticing nothing*

NOTE Think the Drunk has had enough.