[You know who doesn't know jack shit about today? This guy. Not that he'd really give a damn, he's already sitting down at the bar scratching at his chin with a cigar in his mouth. Anyone who wants to kiss this mug is only asking for disappointment and beard burn, among other unpleasantries. And while he may be gruff, buff and taking a puff - he's not a complete asshole. At least not to his potential bartender and cook.
Exhaling a plume of smoke upward, he tilts his head.] What's on today's menu?