They arrived at a place called The Boar Hall. It was too late for lunch, but a bit too early for dinner.
A waitress placed two beers in front of J and Berkan immediately after the two sat down. Five minutes later when their beers were nearly empty a different waitress asked them if they wanted more.
"Yes please!" Berkan said.
"Could we also order some food?" J added before the waitress slipped away.
She smiled and said that someone would be right over.
"This place has the best schnitzel and pork knuckle I tell you. Can't beat it. Hands down."
"You a fan of pork?"
Berkan thought for a second.
"It's nice. Yes. I guess I am a fan of pork. What about you?"
"I'm pretty open when it comes to food."
Next round of beers arrived at the hands of a clean and prim waiter who looked around 18. J looked nervously to see if anyone was coming to take their order. Berkan looked relaxed. He was already diving into his new beer.
"And how about when it comes to writing? Are you pretty open there?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean some writers Or should I say most writers they'll write just about anything. Stiff academics might praise this as versatility, but they don't know what they're talking about. Writers like that have no backbone. They have no substance. They really have anything to say. So they'll write about this and that whenever they please. Know what I'm saying?"
"I guess I might be like that. I kind of write whatever flows at the time."
"Well, maybe you will be the one to change my mind then."
"What do you write?"
Berkan wiped foam from the top of his lip while leaning back and looking towards the ceiling.
"Hi, what can I get you two?"
"Pork knuckle for me."
"I'll take the same," J said. He was glad to have finally ordered. Who knew how long the food would take given that it took this long to order.
They sat a moment in the eye of the storm. The calm amidst the bar banter.
"I like to... no I must... write about my life. Right now there's this girl. From back home. From nowhere just like yourself. A girl from nowhere but she's not nobody. She's remarkable."
"I just learned that she moved to Streak City. But I can't get myself to go see her. I've just been writing about her instead. Can you believe it? Gabriel would certainly castrate me."
J gave Berkan a look.
"Oh right. You don't know anybody here. Nobody but me that is." Berkan laughed.
Then the food arrived.
"Well enough talk. Let's eat!"
A waitress placed two beers in front of J and Berkan immediately after the two sat down. Five minutes later when their beers were nearly empty a different waitress asked them if they wanted more.
"Yes please!" Berkan said.
"Could we also order some food?" J added before the waitress slipped away.
She smiled and said that someone would be right over.
"This place has the best schnitzel and pork knuckle I tell you. Can't beat it. Hands down."
"You a fan of pork?"
Berkan thought for a second.
"It's nice. Yes. I guess I am a fan of pork. What about you?"
"I'm pretty open when it comes to food."
Next round of beers arrived at the hands of a clean and prim waiter who looked around 18. J looked nervously to see if anyone was coming to take their order. Berkan looked relaxed. He was already diving into his new beer.
"And how about when it comes to writing? Are you pretty open there?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean some writers Or should I say most writers they'll write just about anything. Stiff academics might praise this as versatility, but they don't know what they're talking about. Writers like that have no backbone. They have no substance. They really have anything to say. So they'll write about this and that whenever they please. Know what I'm saying?"
"I guess I might be like that. I kind of write whatever flows at the time."
"Well, maybe you will be the one to change my mind then."
"What do you write?"
Berkan wiped foam from the top of his lip while leaning back and looking towards the ceiling.
"Hi, what can I get you two?"
"Pork knuckle for me."
"I'll take the same," J said. He was glad to have finally ordered. Who knew how long the food would take given that it took this long to order.
They sat a moment in the eye of the storm. The calm amidst the bar banter.
"I like to... no I must... write about my life. Right now there's this girl. From back home. From nowhere just like yourself. A girl from nowhere but she's not nobody. She's remarkable."
"I just learned that she moved to Streak City. But I can't get myself to go see her. I've just been writing about her instead. Can you believe it? Gabriel would certainly castrate me."
J gave Berkan a look.
"Oh right. You don't know anybody here. Nobody but me that is." Berkan laughed.
Then the food arrived.
"Well enough talk. Let's eat!"
If Streak City was still around then I'd tell you to get it there as it had the best Pork Knuckle in the world. but unfortunately that city is no more.