The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

(Phew, isn't it pretty busy...)

One day before noon, "Station Manager" stood at the corner of a busy square, looking over the square and giggling damned with his hands on his chin. The “Station Manager” is the venue of an exposition in Mark City. He was visiting the exposition as an executive of a railway company that supports him in shipping.

The “station manager”, wearing a double collared suit with gold buttons and a well-polished dark brown leather shoe, stood out among the crowded venues, although he was not wearing the usual hat.

The venue of the exposition was exhibited in a hobby by various companies in the area and major countries abroad. It is an exposition that looks like a "busy festival" on the face of it, but for the companies and countries on display it is a place to compete and disseminate their own technology and culture with prestige, as well as a spectacular marketing place to expand new trading partners and countries. For this reason, every exhibition and attraction had a very feverish performance, and all over the venue there was a huge boost.

(But what a good smell this square smells like, don't make me hungry...)

“Station Manager" looks around again, rubbing his belly. Shortly after lunch, this square exhibited stalls by different regions and countries. Meat is baked in one stall and seafood is cooked in another. Each stall offered ingenious delicacies, including desserts and drinks.

Sending his gaze around, he caught sight of a bustling stall. The woman, who is supposed to be a caller, calls out desperately to arrange a line here at the end. There were a lot of people around the stall peeking inside, not just the people in line.

(Hmm, is that Lord Sophia's stall? Seems quite thriving......)

Everyone out of the stall had a glass of vessel. Sitting on a bench lined up in front of a stall, it's like white snow served in a glass - a spoon in the shave ice, cheeky looking delicious. He seemed to indulge in the taste of shaved ice on each of the things that he was peppering one by himself, the things he shared with his family and a couple.

In addition to the fact that the midsummer platter was past but still hot, the enthusiasm surrounding the exposition venue was further increasing the body temperature. In this hot weather, the shake ice would be a treat above all… "Station Manager” saw that Takumi and Sofia's prospects were working well and left the scene.

(Well, they're all interesting... hmm?

“Station Manager," who was slowly walking across the colorfully decorated stalls, stopped in front of the two adjacent stalls. No, you might be right about being stopped. Because they grabbed the collar sleeves at the same time from left to right.

"Uncle! Our Bolal Beef Skewer Grill, please eat it!

It's the young woman who's been grabbing my left sleeve. Slightly plump in shape, he wore a perfect red apron. He looks up at the "station manager" from a slightly bent attitude.

"Hey, if you're going to eat a skewer of beef anyway, here, look, eat a pinot beef! It's definitely better this way."

The slightly rough and fierce push has been to grasp the right sleeve, what a good condition you are, Jen. I wonder when I was over 30 years old, this one also wears a black apron and comes forced with the round bear ears that are out of my head picturing.

The "station manager" heard the two voices and had something in mind. Both Bolal and Pinot are traditional producers of edible cattle, famous for their high quality beef. If you go to a top-notch restaurant, it's like both are finally used for courses, etc. where one serving can be eaten “for a normal week's worth of food”. That is, these two points adjacent each other are just direct confrontations between rivals. It was also a story where fever entered the call.

On the other hand, the situation was also an excellent opportunity in some ways to compare the skewers of two famous regions: Boral and Pinot. This is where you can taste the luxury that will be difficult to achieve in restaurants and other places at this moment.

Thinking about it, “Station Manager” 's belly claimed itself with a loud low sound of gu. The eyes of the two people who heard the noise glowed and became more and more powerful in trying to draw them into their stalls. “Station Manager" happened to speak to both of them.

"Well, okay. Then, since this is an opportunity at the corner, shall I take one bottle at a time? How much for each one of you?

The daughter of the red apron answers with a smile.

"Mine's 50 pestas, because it's definitely better than the meat just high over there!

The man on the other side of the black apron also said he was a loser.

"We have 70 pestas and a bumpy price or. It's just super first-class, and I can only taste it here at this price!

Bitterly laughing at the pressure of the two, “Station Manager” takes the notes out of his purse and pays them both.

"Then I'd like to have it on that bench over there, so can you bring it where it's cooked? And your daughter will have a beer, and your son will have a fried potato."

The two of them, "Station Manager," thanked each other - facing each other and showing each other their teeth - and then ran to the stall to pick up the order.

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Arranged on a free-space bench in the centre of the square, the "station manager" sidelined the beer placed in beer skewers and ceramic beer mags delivered from the two shops, as well as a fried patter cut into pieces. By the way, he said the beer was 40 pestas and the fried patata was 25 pestas, so the penny was a chip to both of us. The two looked surprised, but returned to the call after thanking the "station manager” many times.

(Well, let's just say...)

“Station Manager" gets a beer to moisten his throat first. Inside the ceramic beer mag, bright white, meticulous bubbles were stuffed to trap the beer sayings inside.

Quickly, it contains its liquid in the mouth, which in some regions is also regarded as the "water of life", and passes through the gokuri and throat. The unique richness and bitterness of the foam that flows through the mouth, and the taste of the alcohol combine to make it indescribable. “Station Manager" took his breath off when he drank about a third at once.

(Hmmm, why is the noon beer so tasty...... you shouldn't drink too much)

The “station manager” recalls his original purpose and puts the beer mag he had aside with Gotri. And I thought for a moment from which of the two beef skewers seemed to eat, and if the daughter of the red apron brought it to me - I got the Bolal beef skewer.

There are four pieces of meat stabbed on the skewer in your hand. Cut with slight thickness and baked to the point where the inside is slightly reddish, its meat appears to be simply seasoned with salt and coarsely ground pepper only.

“Station Manager" luxuriously hit the meat still standing in the hot air and chewed one of the tips all the way through.

(Um, carefully cooked fragrant. And quite soft......)

The beef used in the regular diet is mainly lean and has a strong hard image. Low fat meat can sometimes be crusty and take away moisture from your mouth, making it difficult to drink it down. Today's Boral cows, however, would use a good part of a carefully raised cow, which is also close to the bone. Its meat, moderately elastic but soft, overflowed with juwah, juwah and gravy from the inside every time it bit.

Continued chewing to taste slowly, the first piece of meat naturally went down his throat with the overflowing gravy. So when you tilt the beer mag without putting your hair in between, the gravy in your mouth is flushed by the beer all at once. I couldn't help but notice that my voice was so loud.

(Tasty meat, beer, don't be the best treat in this heat. Well, how about this one)

”Station Manager" got another one - a skewered pinot beef prepared by Mitsune the black apron. Unlike earlier, slightly larger diced cut meat is carefully cooked and stabbed on about three skewers. Only salt and pepper like Boral beef to taste. Perhaps I dared to make them both simple to flavor in order to make them know the flavor of the ingredients.

(So here's a sip too......, Mmm! This!!

“Station Manager," cheeked the first chunk of stabbing at the tip of the peano cow, opened his astonished eyes less. As soon as I got my teeth up, there was no resistance, but my teeth went into the flesh. While I'm amazed at the feeling that it's so soft that I don't think it's going to crush even the tip of my tongue, I'll now bite it with my back teeth. Then hot gravy, which would have been trapped inside, pressed into his mouth all at once.

Hahoo, hahoo, all the way. “Station Manager” takes his breath and cools it down in his mouth. Then meditate on your eyes and focus carefully on their taste. The fat in the meat was rumbling around my mouth from next to next.

(Hmmm, this one is as tasty as roaring, no, this is great too...)

The “station manager" slowly chews, as if to taste all of the meat. And a sip of beer just after eating the first chunk. The freshness of the foam and the bitterness characteristic of the beer reset the taste of the violent fat left in the mouth. Huh, and the sigh was also evidence of satisfaction with the fact that

Thereafter, the "station manager" alternates and tastes with bolal, beer, pinot, beer, bolal, beer… And when I finished eating the last bolal meat, I renewed my tongue with just a few leftover beers, and with the utmost satisfaction, whoa, exhaled heavily.

(I see, you know better when you compare it to eating like this. Bolal beef is good for when you “want to taste the meat" and Peano beef is good for when you "want to taste the fat".

As he carries Peppino's fries to his mouth as a tongue rest, “Station Manager" ponders the difference between the two beefs. According to the story of the daughter of the red apron, Boral, one of the leading highlands in the country, meant that the winter cold was harsh while the summer was cool and it was difficult to secure pasture to feed.

For this reason, Boral cattle used pasture as an auxiliary role among feedingstuffs, mainly mice (corn) of the hardest category known as dents and arrows (comets) with missing or small grains were fattened as the main feedingstuffs. Thanks to the nutritious MICE and ARROTH materials, the flesh became soft and moderately greasy.

Peano cattle, on the other hand, had been able to secure adequate pasture due to a privileged climate: an area facing the sea where warm currents were passing through the nearby sea. On the other hand, it was also conceived that if only pasture containing slightly salt was fed due to the sea breeze, the scent of pasture would shift to meat, or it would be difficult to grow it to a large extent without sufficient nutritional value.

So, what producers of peano cattle do is make cattle drink 'beer'. Black Apron's explanation of Mitsune was that beer-fed cattle were very well fed to pasture feed and, as a result, were easily grown to a large extent. There was also talk that beer-drinking cows somehow become very soft in flesh. The work to improve flesh quality was thoroughly focused, and the cow was well loved for fattening, such as carefully massaging the body of the cow twice a week. That would lead to such a surprising fleshy experience… "The Station Manager” thought so.

Both Boral and Pinot cows were truly delicious. However, the vectors of “deliciousness” differ between the Boral cow, whose meaty appearance appears somewhat on the table with moderate elasticity, and the Peano cow, whose tenderness and fat are pushed forward. This won't be something that sequences up and down. It was thought that it depended greatly on the compatibility with the food and the preferences of the eaters. Once again, the station manager chewed on this very obvious but rarely usually noticed fact.

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"So, which was better?

"No, they were both really great. This is a draw... no, it's not a win for both of us."

“Station Manager”, who came to return the borrowed dishes, answered the question asked by the two men who wore aprons. Then, at some point, the two of them, who had agreed to entrust their decision to the "station manager” as to which beef would taste better, gave the words an unconvincing look and began to complain orally.

"Eh, really, this one tastes better, right?

"Oh, my God, we taste better!

The words ”station manager” are mundane, and the two of them stick together the same way they did earlier. Laughing bitterly at how those two were doing, the station manager offered two skewers, one for each, prepared to see if that would happen.

"Anyway, go ahead, this is a thank you to both of you for feeding me delicious food. Enjoy it."

When they receive the skewer in time, they stare at it as if to analyze what kind of meat. Much muscled and hard looking meat. It seems to be seasoned with something and smells good. When the red apron daughter is turned into a slice of meat stabbed on the skewer she is given, she opens her eyes wide and starts eating guts.

The black apron man, who was staring at the look of it with a surprising look on his face, also took a bite, as he had decided. Then this one opened his eyes the same way and cheeked all at once with a big mouth.

"I wondered what this is, it's hard, it's so pully and delicious..."

"And the taste of the soup that is well stained is good... how the hell can I do this..."

”Station Manager” smiling and watching the two of them open his mouth softly.

"This was something that was sold in the stalls that were exhibited from overseas over there. We hear that the beef suji meat was carefully simmered before being seared for the last time. How about some flavor?

To the "station manager” question, the two roared hmm, but this tastes good, the technique of cooking hard suji so soft is not usually…. “The station manager" went on to say more when he listened carefully to the two.

"What do you say? You two, even with one ingredient called beef, that means you still have plenty of opponents to fight at the exposition. Neighbors, it's good to be incisive, but if we keep fighting too close together, Yoso will shrink our feet."

The two of you accidentally shut up to the advice of the "station manager”. For a long time, only the hustle and bustle around me echoed in my ears - it was the daughter of the red apron who opened her mouth first.

"Hmmm, you sure cared all about the black eps next door and didn't care at all about them elsewhere......"

Then the black apron man also raises his voice.

"I don't know. You can't lose to the overseas guys... Ugh, I've made up my mind! Let's start with a temporary truce! Hey, lady, here's one thing to fight for!

"Right, I thought so too. Why don't you compare them both and make sure you know our country's prized beef! But I won't give up the fact that we taste better!

"Oh, my God, this way too. Give way there! But either way..."

"You want to say that 'we' is the best idea - right?

"Here, lady, if you take people's lines, you're in trouble!

The interaction between the two soothed the place at once, and a grin spilled on the "station manager” 's face as well. At this rate, it would be fine… While watching the two interact well, "Station Manager" started walking again in search of the next stall.