Post by Vice Ysal on Jan 10, 2014 22:08:06 GMT -5
The clattering of cutlery was the the most predominant sound one would hear if or when they ever enter the small restaurant. A restaurant that didn't really have a name but the owner was pretty sure that even if it had one, then the people wouldn't really remember it. Thus it had retained its status of being 'that restaurant' whenever the housewives and groups of friends would pass by along their way. It wasn't quite run down, and actually kept in good condition despite the poor lighting at the front door. Mainly made from wood rather than concrete like most restaurants around and in the city, the restaurant boasts a rather authentic feel for the feudal country side. That is not to say that it had creaky floor boards, or grass growing inside the restaurant. They were at least modernised enough to have running water and electricity as well mind you. The insides were as simple as they come, what with the small lot that the restaurant took up.
It had a scant amount of tables that amounted to 4 big ones meant for at least 4 people and 3 other ones that were meant for couples. A bar counter had also been set up to accommodate anyone that went in alone, or was in the mood for some heavy drinking. A few pillars were erected to hold the weight of the second floor while also acting as the support for the building itself. The place, despite not being air-conditioned, was still quite airy and was anything but stifling. It didn't have all the amenities like those top of the line restaurants but if one was willing to ignore the lack of free water and towels then they'd be able to enjoy the cheap food made available from only the most edible of ingredients.
"Healthy food is best food." Was what the owner often said after all.
Finally arriving at the back of the building, his black hair slightly sticking against the back of his head due to the helmet that kept it safe, Vice fished for the keys he had kept in his pockets and unlocked the back door. Upon entering the employee side of the restaurant, the young man felt the sweet aroma of food wash over him, and the sight of some of his coworkers greeting him morning. Doing the same for them, and making sure to keep his hands off of anything before he freshened up in the employee room, the young man then dashed on ahead so he could start working. With the uniform (a simple pair of slacks, an apron, and a black along sleeve) finally on his person, the young graduate then went on ahead to turn the sign outside the restaurant from 'closed' to 'Open.'