Post by Brad the Inhaler on Oct 4, 2008 8:01:56 GMT
Cid looked down suspiciously at his plate as the tavern's excuse for a cook placed it in front of him.
It was early hours in the Refuge, and despite a few of the Night Watch who were finishing their last drinks (and some of the Day Watch just starting their first) the tavern was empty. The waiting staff not usually starting till midday the mornings were left to the cook, the scullery boy and the barkeep to mind the business at this time of day.
The bounty hunter lifted up one of the greasy slices of bread and peered at the slabs of meat glistening underneath it. Setting the bread back down he looked up at the cook curiously. I suppose it's not much, but it'll do... He reluctantly counted out the correct money and handed it to the cook before piping up.
"Erm...What is it?"
The cook seemed taken aback, as if Cid had conjured the most offensive words in the land, to the cook's mind at least. He set his jaw back to a comfortable position and replied.
"Why you uncouth git! Tis what the dwarfies call a 'butteh!', you asked for the finest breakfast we can muster...there it is!"
Feeling that was enough of an explanation the cook huffed off back to the kitchen leaving Cid to navigate the 'butteh' that lay in front of him. He recognised that the meats inside were almost definitely mostly pork, he could see sausages and thick slices of ham and bacon, surrounded by what looked to be a fried egg and some rather wiltered vegitation. It was all covered in a thick, dark brown sauce that had been applied liberally to the entire mess. Poking the tip of a finger into the sauce Cid took a quick lick to taste, the sensation was surprsing...spicy with a hint of a sweet, smokey flavour...and it wasn't all that bad either!
As Cid was puzzling over how to attack his breakfast a Watch Man with a bright red face and the figure of a snowman rolled into the tavern. He shuffled over to the counter and handed the barman some coinage before shouting, "Same as yesterday!" and shuffling over to an empty table. Almost immediately, it seemed, the cook dashed out of the kitchen clutching another 'butteh' identical to Cid's and set it down in front of the portly Watch Man, who beamed before seizing it with both hands and squeezing the bread together, letting the sauce and juices flow as he took a mighty bite, brown sauce dribbling down his chin.
Seeing this revolting spectacle Cid gathered that the idea of the whole 'meat between bread' was to acheive maximum gorging whilst not having to allow for processing like cutting the food or even chewing. So making a spectacle of himself he snatched his breakfast up with both hands, losing a sausage in the process. He fumbled to try and hold the rest of the filling inside the bread as he picked the sausage up and did his best to slide it back between the bread. His hands were dripping with sauce and fat before he finally managed to get the 'butteh' to his mouth and take a tentative bite...he was in instant nirvana! The flavours and textures of the grease, sauce, meat, egg and bread all combined to produce a feeling that eased his hungover head, ridded his mouth of the dusty taste of barstool and settled his gut of it's grumblings and twinges. Before long he had finished his breakfast and was licking his fingers passionately with a bright smile upon his face. The cook saw this in passing from another table and he smiled and winked at Cid.
"Told yeh! Best breakfast this side of Altdorf!"
The bounty hunter slowly nodded in agreement as he feasted on the last of the crumbs and spilt fluids that were dotted across his plate, table and self, satisfied that the plate no longer needed to be washed he sat back and patted his stomach gleefully. Worth every penny...
And it really was...
It was early hours in the Refuge, and despite a few of the Night Watch who were finishing their last drinks (and some of the Day Watch just starting their first) the tavern was empty. The waiting staff not usually starting till midday the mornings were left to the cook, the scullery boy and the barkeep to mind the business at this time of day.
The bounty hunter lifted up one of the greasy slices of bread and peered at the slabs of meat glistening underneath it. Setting the bread back down he looked up at the cook curiously. I suppose it's not much, but it'll do... He reluctantly counted out the correct money and handed it to the cook before piping up.
"Erm...What is it?"
The cook seemed taken aback, as if Cid had conjured the most offensive words in the land, to the cook's mind at least. He set his jaw back to a comfortable position and replied.
"Why you uncouth git! Tis what the dwarfies call a 'butteh!', you asked for the finest breakfast we can muster...there it is!"
Feeling that was enough of an explanation the cook huffed off back to the kitchen leaving Cid to navigate the 'butteh' that lay in front of him. He recognised that the meats inside were almost definitely mostly pork, he could see sausages and thick slices of ham and bacon, surrounded by what looked to be a fried egg and some rather wiltered vegitation. It was all covered in a thick, dark brown sauce that had been applied liberally to the entire mess. Poking the tip of a finger into the sauce Cid took a quick lick to taste, the sensation was surprsing...spicy with a hint of a sweet, smokey flavour...and it wasn't all that bad either!
As Cid was puzzling over how to attack his breakfast a Watch Man with a bright red face and the figure of a snowman rolled into the tavern. He shuffled over to the counter and handed the barman some coinage before shouting, "Same as yesterday!" and shuffling over to an empty table. Almost immediately, it seemed, the cook dashed out of the kitchen clutching another 'butteh' identical to Cid's and set it down in front of the portly Watch Man, who beamed before seizing it with both hands and squeezing the bread together, letting the sauce and juices flow as he took a mighty bite, brown sauce dribbling down his chin.
Seeing this revolting spectacle Cid gathered that the idea of the whole 'meat between bread' was to acheive maximum gorging whilst not having to allow for processing like cutting the food or even chewing. So making a spectacle of himself he snatched his breakfast up with both hands, losing a sausage in the process. He fumbled to try and hold the rest of the filling inside the bread as he picked the sausage up and did his best to slide it back between the bread. His hands were dripping with sauce and fat before he finally managed to get the 'butteh' to his mouth and take a tentative bite...he was in instant nirvana! The flavours and textures of the grease, sauce, meat, egg and bread all combined to produce a feeling that eased his hungover head, ridded his mouth of the dusty taste of barstool and settled his gut of it's grumblings and twinges. Before long he had finished his breakfast and was licking his fingers passionately with a bright smile upon his face. The cook saw this in passing from another table and he smiled and winked at Cid.
"Told yeh! Best breakfast this side of Altdorf!"
The bounty hunter slowly nodded in agreement as he feasted on the last of the crumbs and spilt fluids that were dotted across his plate, table and self, satisfied that the plate no longer needed to be washed he sat back and patted his stomach gleefully. Worth every penny...
And it really was...
