Title: A Little Taste of The South, or Dawson's Diner.

Description: a fine dining establishment owned and operated by John Dawson. It is his pride and joy and just opened in Suberban England, meant to provide a little taste of the American south to the wizard populace of England. There are no employees as of yet. It is a rather average sized diner, roughly ten four person booths, five two-person tables, and one grand table for parties and such, able to fit fit approximately ten to fifteen patrons. The floor is made of a wood-like lenolium, easy to mop, and able to withstand hard blows. The tables have protective charms built into them, if ever there is a fight.

Possible employee positions: Waiter. I may play this position by myself, or another RPer may step up to help me out.

Menu: Tacos, Tamalies, fried chicken, corn bread, etc.

Plot: John Dawson (ministry security), has just opened up his establishment, meant to provide food to any who stop by. His friends will wander by every once and a while, and there may be a few brief fights or skirmishes to settle scores and continue our personal stories and plots. John cooks and serves the food at resonable price. Secret meetings can be held here in privacy, and many will be. Two specific booths have sound proofing spells interweaved into them for advanced meetings and secrecy.

"Oh my Merlin!" Catastrophe sqeaked as she looked up at the board. "Seriously? Erm...I didn't know this!" She sighed and opened the door, looking in.

"Um...John?"

"Catastrophe! Welcome to my new diner! You're the first person to walk through those doors, and so, you can choose anything off the menu you'd like" John said with a smile as he handed her a menu. "Take you're time, I'll be scrubbing counters!"

John smiled, took his wand from his holster, and started to scourgify the counters around them. There was a few washing rags in a bucket of soapy water just in case a muggle entered the establishment. The smell of frying chicken and sizzling ribs was in the air...

Jenkins was apparating aimlessly around wizarding communities, bored and hungry (As always) when he came apon a quaint, restaraunt/cafe' thing. He opened the doors and stepped in. Well, it sure smelled good, but then again food always did.

"welcome good sir to A Little Taste Of The South! I am John Dawson, the proprietor of this establishment while I'm not working security at the Ministry." John said in his Texas drawl. "My specialty today is a fine brazed pork, with a side of Texas home-style fries, made from the finest Irish potatoes that money can buy!"

John handed the man a menu and motioned him to a nice booth were he could sit. "Just tell me when you're ready to order, and I'll bring it right quick!"

OOC: right now I'm working on getting a menu to work with, so it might be a while till you can get the full choices.

Jenkins grinned, this guy had the funniest accent. It sounded like he was offering him some Muggle American food, but Jenkins wasn't quite sure, he wasn't really familiar with that type of food.

"Sure, whatever you got I'll eat," he said agreeing with what the man offered.

"Alright sir, I'll bring you out a sampler, and then you can choose what you like the best!" John walked briskly to his kitchen and started to dish up a little bit of each plate. He placed a bit of fried chicken on a platter and followed it with a small taco. He put a small bit of pork and some fries next to it, and brought the platter back out to the man. John placed it before the man and provided him with some eating utensils. "Just choose what you like the best, and I'll bring you out a full portion! Now, would you like anything to drink? I have on tap: gillywater, butterbeer, mead, milk, water, and some other types of thirst quenchers..."

"All rightee," said Jenkins happily, he was probably just going to end up ordering a little bit of everything.

"Ummm, butterbeer, please," he said when the man offered a drink.

"Yes, sir, one Butterbeer coming right up! Just tell me when you're ready to order your meal."

John walked to the tap, pulled out a very clean cup, and filled it with chilled butterbeer. John quickly made sure that none of the foam would drip down the sides, and brought it back to his valued customer.

"If you'd like, sir, I could bring you the house favorite, which is a fabulous Beef Brisket, with a load of Homestyle fries, and a piece of fried chicken which has been flour battered and pan fried to perfection!"

Blackstone stood outside the diner and surveyed it carefully.

This had to be John's place.

Walking in, sure enough he was there. Blackstone wasn't quite the 'Suthin Cookin' ' type, but he was a bit curious. And John was his friend. He found his own seat (as one could only presume to do in such an establishment) wiped it down and sat. The establishment may belong to his friend but it was a diner and he wasn't taking chances.

"So, John. What's on the menu?" he asked, hoping to surprise him. "Or should I say... 'What's cookin'?" he said, cracking up

"Welcome Blackstone! Our menu is full of good, old fashioned southern food! I would recommend either the fried chick or beef brisket, they're my personal favorite! And yes, that's very funny, I bet I'll be getting that for the next few years..."

John smiled at Blackstone, washing some glasses, and pointed to one of the tables, "Go and have a seat, call me when you're ready to order, or if you just want to talk."

Blackstone laughed at his poor joke. At least it wasn't old yet when he said it. "So" he said "Fried chicken... hmmm." he muttered, perusing the menu. "Well, if you have work to do I won't bother you, otherwise, sure, I'd love to talk."

He sat, going over the menu. One thing to be said of Southern US cuisine... let alone American in general, was that it was unique, surprising and bold. Well... that's three things really, Blackstone thought. Nonetheless, he was eager to try some of it out.

"So, John. Any reasons why you didn't invite me or tell me about your famous diner?" She pouted, taking a seat.

"Oh. Blackstone's here too." She nodded and asked, "Can I have some butterbeer, please." She grinned.

"Hey Cat" Blackstone said, looking up from his menu and beckoning her over. After contemplating the menu a little longer, he decided... tentitavely... maybe he hadn't decided. When it came to menus, Blackstone was rather indecisive. Blackstone decided to order and go with whatever he ended up saying.

"Hey, John. I think I'll try your fried chick-ermchicken and dump- no, Fried Chicken, please." he said. "And a butterbeer"

"I'm sorry Cat, I was worried that no one would like it... It isn't really that famous... But it does have some amazing food!" He said as he filled two tall glasses to the brim with foaming butterbeer. He set the filled glasses in front of both of them and then wrote down Blackstone's order. He walked to the kitchen flipping his wand on his fingers and cleaning the counters as he went, he dished up the freshly flour battered, pan fried chicken.

"One large order of fried chicken coming right up!" John called as he added the last bits of fries and other parts of plate presentation. He brought the loaded plate out and placed it before Blackstone with a few condiments and silverware. "Here you go, Blackstone, I hope you enjoy it! So... Catastrophe, do you want anything to eat with your butterbeer?"

Admittedly, Blackstone was only dining there because John was his friend, he didn't really think he'd like that kind of food. But it was only a moment before John came back with a platter of golden, crisp fried chicken. "Wow, John... looks good." He took a sip of the foaming butterbeer first, before it spilt over the brim, and then ate. Quite truthfully, it was good. Light, crisp... chickeny.

Blackstone swallowed. "Wow... That's good stuff"

"Can I have some French fries, John? Isn't that what you call them? Erm...Those potato fry thing?" She laughed. "Oh, I'm hopeless for this kind of thing." She laughed and nodded hello to Blackstone.

Blackstone nodded at Cat and took another bite of his meal. It was quite juicy, yet crisp. Not to light, but still filling. He has savoring these flavors when he stopped and looked at a crude etching in the edge of the table. The place was new! Already? Blackstone leaned in and read: "Tim Wuz Here"

He rolled his eyes and took another bite of chicken.

"Why thank you Blackstone, I'm really glad you're enjoying it!" John said with a smile. He moved swiftly to the kitchen and returned with a heaping basket of fries and set them before Catastrophe. "Here you go Cat, I hope you enjoy you're fries!"

He glanced at Blackstone and followed his gaze to the table. H walked over to Blackstone and leaned over his shoulder. "What you looking at?"

"Erm"... Blackstone said "It appears a vandal has already struck. You have a bit of graffiti here. It says here his name was 'Tim'" Blackstone's eyes followed the edge of the table to another etching. "...And apparently, he 'rules'". Blackstone looked apologetically at John and took another bite of chicken. "But the chicken is good, though. Do you have any ketchup?"

Nath walked into the cafe, it looked rather nice, and smelled good. It was southern style and that really appealed to Nath, he hated the traditional Russian food that he was used to. So this would be a good change in diet...perhaps. Plus his friend owned the place so that was a plus....perhaps a discount....

He walked over to one of the new tables and ran his hand over it. it was rough in a small section he leaned down to get a closer look Tim loves K....y.....a the name of whoever Tim loved was scratched out, and hard to read. He wondered where this writing had come from....

"Hey, Nath" he waved over to him. "I see you've discovered this place too...erm... what are you doing?" he asked, noticing Nath examining his table as well.

"Thank you?" Catastrophe gaped at the basket. Merlin, how the heck was she going to finish this? Grinning at the smell, she got the erm...Ketchup and ate the fries, smiling. "It's very nice." She continued eating.

"Weird people carving in tables. What next?" She groaned.

John looked up and noticed Nath entering the diner, and waved at him as he approached. He turned back to Blackstone and Catastrophe. "This is a bit disturbing, but not unfixable, Reparo!" John said and pointed his wand, but nothing happened. John tried it again, but to no avail. "It would seem my friends that someone has cast some sort of charm over the etching, making it unremovable..."

"Well that's rude!" Catastrophe cried as she tried the spell, which it didn't work. "Just...I know how to fix this, I'll be back!" She cried and brought clear glue. Colouring it with the colour of the table with her powers, she brought the sphere of the brown paint and mixed the glue, changing the clear to brown. Squeezing the tube on the writing, she smiled.

"All nice!'