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Post by Administrator on Dec 17, 2011 15:55:16 GMT -5
The Kitchens where all the German magic happens, if you'd like some strudel well you shouldn't be back here.
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 28, 2011 19:41:29 GMT -5
New Day [Reserved for Sweetheart]
There was really no reason that Dominick should be here in Danny's kitchen ever, much less after hours like this. But that didn't mean that he wasn't already here and that he wasn't taking full use of all his equipment to make the various dishes that he had in mind. He didn't have his own place and he didn't really want to try and cook out of his small home. So he'd swiped the key from Danny on his way in this morning, made a copy and here he was.
Dominick wrote out a little sign and placed it on the door of the place, telling whoever walked by that there was free food for all newsies. He'd left the door open and gone back to the kitchen to stir his soup and finish off his Hunters pies. Everything was almost done, just a little longer and it'd be truly done.
So he popped out to the front of the place and gave a loud whistle. "Food's up if there's anyone hungry at the moment! If you're looking for Italian, you won't find it tonight, so come in with an open mind and a growling stomach, because it's Irish!" He ducked back inside to slide his way across a table and grin, waiting to see if anyone would appear to try the cooking that Danny never let him put out.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Dec 28, 2011 19:53:38 GMT -5
Sweetheart burst into the Kitchen scared to death. She was being chased by a cop for no reason. Why do people chase her so much? She looked up at the man in front of her. "I'm so sorry Sir. I didn't mean to bust in here. I'm being chased." she tried to steady her breathing. She was out of breath from all the running she did.
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 28, 2011 19:59:42 GMT -5
Dominick had honestly expected to wait longer for someone to come into the place. She hadn't come in for the reason that he had expected, but no matter. She was a young girl, pretty, and she might as well hide out here for a while. "Cops you say." He whistled lightly and just hopped down from the table, smile on his face, eyes taking the young girl in. "You hungry perhaps? I've got some food in the back that's just about done."
He held his hand out to the young girl and tilted his head to the side. "My name's Dominick. How about you follow me out back, we'll get you some food and you can tell me why the cops are after such a pretty girl, huh?" He motioned to the kitchen, where the door was open and his pie was cooling. It smelled pretty good truth be told. Dominick might snatch a piece himself.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Dec 28, 2011 20:06:07 GMT -5
Sweetheart smiled. "I'm Sweetheart Snow." she said, shaking his hand. "Sorry about busting in. People, especially cops, like chasing me for some reason." she said. She then looked down in embarrassment. "Sir, can you tell me where I am?" she asked softly. She felt stupid. She had been in the city for a few moths and was still so unfamiliar with it. It annoyed her.
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 28, 2011 20:17:23 GMT -5
"Sweetheart. That's pretty." He just led her towards the back, pausing when she asked where she was. That was odd. But no matter. "Daniel Cardoni's place, Il Capriccio." He caught the embarrassment and just smiled, despite himself. "It's nothing to worry about, I'm new here myself." He gave her a little shrug. "Cops like to chase just about anybody that seems even remotely suspicious. Don't worry about it."
He trotted off into the kitchen and came back with a plate of his Hunters pie. "Ever had Irish food, Sweetheart?" He slid back onto a nearby table and slid the plate to her. After a moments pause he slid back off and ran towards the kitchen to grab her a drink. She'd need something to wash the food down with no doubt. After a moment he set that in front of her too. "So Sweetheart, where are you from?"
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Dec 30, 2011 16:21:35 GMT -5
Sweetheart smiled. "Thanks sir." she said. She raised an eyebrow. "Never heard of this place." she said. It sure wasn't in the Bronx. She thought for a second. "No I haven't had Irish food before. I've had Mexican and Spanish food before though." she smiled softly. "I work as a newsie in the Bronx." she noticed that her annoying Missourian accent was very obvious. It made her stand out which was something she didn't particularly like. She was used to be in the background so when she starts getting attention, it makes her a bit out of place.
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 30, 2011 16:32:27 GMT -5
"It's in Brooklyn. Danny owns it, he's Italian. The whole damn place is Italian actually." He gave her a slight grin and just sat back on a table, pushing her plate a little closer to her. "I'm Irish though. Try the pie, I think it's good." He loved Irish food. Not everyone else did, but if all else failed, he still had a piece of cake out back that he'd be willing to give her. "That's quite a job from what I hear. Tough selling the papes all day?"
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Dec 30, 2011 16:38:42 GMT -5
Sweetheart looked at him. "I've been told never to go into Brooklyn without someone with me since I can barely defend myself." she mumbled. She tried the food and smiled. "This is really good. Who made it?" she asked. It was almost as good as the Mexican food her mother used to make. Before she was killed though.
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 30, 2011 17:09:07 GMT -5
It didn't seem too bad around here, but then again he was old enough to take a walk around by himself. She was female, and they tended to get jumped when out alone. It was never too late to offer to walk her back to where she needed to go either. "If you need a walk home in a little while I'd be more than happy to lend myself and accompany you." He smiled when she tried his food and just grabbed the drink he'd had for a few hours now. His own Irish Coffee. "I did. Hunters pie it is." He just gave her a little smile. "I learned to cook back in Ireland."
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