Krug
Newshound
"Ah, Professor Carter. The usual, I suppose? I have just finished serving another pair of American philistines at another table. They sprayed salt on their steaks like a snowstorm in Copenhagen," says Thomas, gesturing agitatedly. He notices Carter's guest.
"Welcome to our humble cafe, Father. We do have some a divine pork roast, coupled with a pair of honest Irish potatoes. And some divine Indian teas." He puts down the menu.
"Welcome to our humble cafe, Father. We do have some a divine pork roast, coupled with a pair of honest Irish potatoes. And some divine Indian teas." He puts down the menu.
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