The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

And three weeks of time passed, and the day of “group booking” arrived.

Today, earlier than usual, Roland is also coming to work in the 'swordfish' kitchen.

Luna, who happened to be on vacation from my school, was also involved in helping around the apron.

Takumi, whose first flight of the day departs and returns leaving the station building to Theo to do its work, speaks out to the two people who are starting to make their purchases first.

"You're starting fast. Thank you. Today we are going to welcome many of our customers since the 'swordfish' began, but let's work together. Well, thank you."

"Uh-oh!" "Yes!

To Takumi's hanging, Roland and Luna return the words energetically.

Taking that as a signal, lunch planting work continued on a steep pitch.

Today, when a total of forty-two group bookings have been made, we stop our regular lunch and make it a special menu.

The necessary ingredients were requested in advance from Gardo and Sabbath to prepare more than double the usual amount.

Much of the ingredients are already ready.

Thanks to Roland and Luna for sewing in between the mornings sales and moving on.

Takumi, who checks the ingredients lined up, gives instructions for the next steps

"Then Roland should get on with the frying. Luna asks you to make sauce. I'll plant the soup and then get to the main ingredients. Call me as soon as you don't know something."

"Roger that!" "I get it!

Together with a petty hanging voice, the three break up to the holding.

Arranged between two rows of rocket stoves, Roland adjusts his firepower by putting a little firewood on each.

On both sides, there was a pan with plenty of corsa oil.

Drop your clothes in a potpourri and they'll come up as soon as they sink for a moment.

It's a sign that enough oil is warming up.

(Temperature is good... Okay!

Roland first put chicken momomo meat into the pan on the left, cut for the first time and clothed with plenty.

This chicken potato meat is soaked overnight in pickled ground made with white wine, etc. and grated with seboria (onion) and aho (garlic).

Clothes wrapped around them are specially made with arrose powder, mice, eggs, and a small amount of corsa oil.

Roland, who swam the chicken into a large pot filled with corsa oil, flips it using the cybashi he's finally used to using recently.

Then, paying attention to the fried condition, he took the other ingredient and moved it to the front of the oil pan on the right.

The next thing Roland had in his hands was a fish fillet called Merlusa.

Merlusa is a commonly eaten white fish around here, which when put through the fire gives it a dusty and soft finish.

Rinse the fillet with the arrow flour, the molten egg, and the powder made by rinsing down the mice (corn) bread, and place it into the oil.

Every time I put this one in, there was a good sound called Jewer.

Ingredients that can be used in two pans and fried simultaneously.

From both, the deliciously fox-colored fried foods were successively finished.

Luna, on the other hand, had a special sauce to accompany this fry.

First, place the boiled eggs, which have been cooled and shelled, in a bowl and crushed using the back of the fork.

Then mix the finely chopped and then squeezed seboria with the chopped sweet vinegar pickle (pickle) of the peppino (cucumber) soaked for preservation.

After slightly peppering and flavoring, add the 'swordfish' special white mayonnaise sauce in a bowl containing them.

If I seasoned the flavor with salt pepper and stirred it again well at the end, I could make a white sauce with plenty of vegetables.

Then Luna went on to make another sauce as well.

What I prepared was a small, one-eyed, one-handed pan.

Vinegar (vinegar) made from white ooba (grapes) is poured into it.

Then, when red pimiento (corn) was placed in the vinegar finely chopped from seed to seed, sugar, salt and shredded aho (garlic), the pan was placed on the oven stove ceiling and slowly began to warm up.

Eventually, when you hear the sound of futz, the aroma spreads with spiciness, sweetness, and sourness.

Luna boils it down with caution as it burns.

When the thickener was followed by a little splitting into small plates, he asked Takumi to confirm the finish.

"Mr. Takumi, is that all you need?

"Yeah, sounds good. Please go to your vessel."

"Ha!"

Following Takumi's instructions, Luna transfers the prepared sauce into a bowl of new metal.

The clear sauce, which was closer to orange than red, had an exquisite finish with a fair combination of sweetness and spiciness.

Takumi wields a large iron pan like a rounded bottom of the frying pan, stir-frying the beef and pork one after the other made by knife tapping them.

Having finished making fried food, Roland was working on finishing each of the rice.

Three people continue to cook on a steep pitch.

At that time, a voice was called from the back door of the kitchen.

"Hello - the terrace is ready - eh!

"Thank you. Now I'd like you to finish it here."

Takumi returns the words with her hands in motion.

As it was expected that the organization's response to customers would be exhaustive, it was to entrust sales to Fidel, who had extensive experience in dewstores, for terrace seating to guide the general public.

Fidel, who wiped her hands, carefully wrapped them one by one on the tortilla skin that Takumi had prepared, with chopped seboria (onions), retuga (lettuce), tomatoes, and ingredients that Roland and Takumi had earlier made.

One tortilla roll after the other was laid in a box prepared in advance.

Column clock rings one with Bourne.

Soon it was time for the customers to arrive.

Fidel, who has finished wrapping the last one, speaks with no one.

"Okay, I can do it! I'm coming!

"Sold tight. Yikes!

"Holy shit! We'll be running out soon, so make sure you have the next minute. Yikes!

Fidel returns with hatred to the haters of Roland.

And holding a roll sandwich piled up in a large cage, he popped out energetically from the back door.

Takumi, who was smiling at the state of it, calls out to both of them.

"Well, some customers from the organization will be here shortly. Let's take another breath."

"Uh-oh!" "Yes!

When they responded well, they began to prepare plates serving dishes for forty.

"Welcome. Welcome aboard."

"Please come and sit down. Nah!

The Sabbath line came to the coffee shop, the swordfish, when it was a little behind schedule.

Sabbath bows his head to Takumi, who was welcoming him at the entrance to the 'swordfish'.

"I'm still a little late. No, I'm sorry."

"No, as long as it's this time, it's no problem. Please wait in your seats, Sabbath, as we will bring the food with us immediately"

Takumi said so, leaving Nyarch with the hall to go back to the kitchen.

Today's 'swordfish' hall contains about two Sabbath men as a help.

Although I show nervous faces at work I'm unfamiliar with, apparently I'm doing it unnecessarily.

Sabbath, who took his seat as he watched how it was, wipes his hands with a squeeze given to him by Takumi.

Slightly feverish squash is as comfortable as usual.

Tasting the feel, Nyarch brought the dish.

"Thank you for waiting! It's our special lunch of the day. Bye!

"Oh, can we do it now? This will help."

Though he had booked in advance, Sabbath shows surprise that the food came out between Phew, and a sigh of breath.

While thanking Takumi for her concern about how well prepared she was, Sabbath took her seats and called out to the line.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good luck with your inspection today. As the end of our journey, we did this' swordfish 'a favor and prepared lunch. The main dish is" tacoa roast ", and next to it is a fried chicken and fish platter."

"Don't you have any booze? - Huh?

The laughter spreads to the wild next time I fly from a fellow chamber of commerce.

Sabbath also returned the words with a grin.

"Sorry, this is a“ coffee shop. ”Please forgive me there because I have coffee for you after dinner. Enjoy."

Put Sabbath's voice on the signal and join hands in front of his chest.

hands reached out to spoons and forks one after another after often silently praying for pre meal

- That's another lot of interesting serving. - I see, the more you serve it on a plate, the more you can carry it at once. - What's on the arrows is stir-fried hiccups and vegetables, and this is these (cheese)? - Isn't it like tortilla ingredients, which... - Oh, it's quite delicious. Spicy hiccups and refreshing vegetables, coupled with dusty arrows, make this food go on. - I've never eaten aloose much, but when I try this, it tastes good. - It tastes good too, but the fried food over here tastes good too. This white sauce goes so well with the fried fish - I can't even lose the red sauce. Calamari and raised chicken with this sweet spicy sauce is exquisite - after all, this is the one that makes you want booze! Somebody, bring me Ron... no, I knew you'd bring me tequila! - So this isn't a tavern! Drink the soup and relax - no, this soup is really good too. The taste of eggs is really sweet. - You can see why Lord Sabbath is a push shop. I'm going to want to take a trip to this city just to eat this dish.

Sabbath was relieved by the way the meal went on in a lively fashion.

Takumi, who came beside him, speaks softly.

"Again, thank you for today. How about that?

"No, no, thank you here. Bye. Everyone is satisfied, as you can see. But it all seems like a very elaborate dish, but wasn't it difficult in parallel with preparing the terrace? Apparently the terrace is another dish..."

"Don't worry. Actually, the shapes are different. They serve pretty much the same dishes.

"Well, what do you say?

To Sabbath, who raised his doubts, Takumi offered one plate.

There were three different tortilla rolls lined up in diagonal cuts.

Sabbath, who sees its contents, raises his voice howlingly.

"Well, this tacoa roast ingredient and fried food is certainly perfect for" tortilla contents "if you look at it this way."

Takumi nodding slowly, to Sabbath's words.

The explanation continued as it was.

"Finishes are different but basically the same combination of“ ingredients ”so you can plant both minutes at once. As a plate lunch for everyone to enjoy in the hall, it was in the form of a roll for those using the terrace to pinch and eat with their hands. Fortunately, the weather is beautiful and the guests on the terrace seem to enjoy an unusual atmosphere."

"No, it's really great. Thank you very much, Lord Takumi. But, um, I'm in trouble for this."

"Oh, is there something I can help you with?

Takumi calls out to Sabbath, who suddenly shows her weak face.

Sabbath then spoke to Takumi as he raised his face and lifted his mouth angle.

"As a regular member of this store, you'll definitely want to enjoy your terrace seats. No, what's wrong..."

Takumi, realizing its intentions, smiles back as usual.

"Rest assured. We plan to keep the terrace seats open until about the arrival of the third flight, so after we drop you off, I wonder if you have time to indulge. I'll be speaking to you later. Enjoy yourself."

"Thank you, may I now sweeten your words"

The intended answer comes back and Sabbath snorts satisfactorily.

Looking around, after the meal, a garette of cinnamon coffee and sweets (sublettes) was handed out.

From the look on everyone's face, I can clearly see how satisfied you were.

It was still good to choose the 'swordfish' - Sabbath again thanking Takumi for her meticulous care and hospitality, as well as listening to her impossible wishes.