Avoid if triggered by misplaced apostrophe's. (essayel) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-01-28 19:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | gil, wine plot |
Flamingo Lounge, early evening
"So," Gil said, "I'll do the gallery catering on Sunday morning and Katie says she doesn't mind setting it up alone as long as I help her carry it across. Charlie's staff will help her serve and I can come straight back."
George nodded. "Glad to hear it. It's getting busy." He grinned at Gil through the steam of the pan full of pasta he was cooking. "I admit I didn't think that the ol' Flamingo would make it as a restaurant but the kids love it."
Gil beamed and took up the bottle of red that had been breathing with a flourish. "Told you so," he said. "There has to be some middle ground between Burger King and haute cuisine and in the City we're it."
Working on the principle that he never cooked with any wine he wouldn't be prepared to drink, he splashed a little into two tulip glasses and offered one to George.
"To success," he said and sipped. "Ah fuck me, what IS that?"
George sipped and raised his eyebrows. "Tastes okay to me. It's our standard house red."
"Must be corked," Gil said and poured the rest away with a resigned sigh. They might be doing well but he couldn't afford to do that too often.