[center][h2]γ€˜[color=00aeef]𝓑𝔂π“ͺ𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓼/ π“šπ“Έπ“«π“ͺ𝔂π“ͺ𝓼𝓱𝓲 𝓒π“ͺ𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓱𝓲 ε°ζž— ζ…§[/color]γ€™[/h2][/center] >>Towards midday, transitioning from Kobayashi to Lovable Loser's Rainy Day Tavern<< >>[@Tyler Night]<< The soft thumping of a sharp blade against a cutting board was predominant sound coming from his kitchen. Though, the bluetooth speaker be bought a while ago is being put to good use. The sous chefs have decided to play music, in a random order, from [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjTbELSqgYc&list=RDBjTbELSqgYc&start_radio=1&t=162]this playlist[/url]. Head-hopping slowly to the songs, Ryan swiftly chopped up some garlic, mashing it into a paste-like creation along with some salt. Setting the garlic paste aside in a small mixing bowl before adding some freshly grated wasabi in place of the traditional dijon mustard. He figured the spice and taste would suit his menu selections better. Olive oil would have been the next ingredient to be added but Ryan chose sesame oil instead. But, taking care to not use too much of the fragrant oil, he actually uses only 1/4 sesame oil and the other 3/4 was filled with canola oil, a fairly neutral oil that would have allow the taste and fragrance of the sesame oil to still come through without it being overwhelming. Taking a second to ponder his next addition, he was trying to decide if he should stick with balsamic vinegar or go with something more Asian inspired. He stared blankly at his shelf of oils and vinegars. Sure, he has rice vinegar, but would that be a cop-out? Taking the easy route was never something Ryan did with his cooking. He constantly looked to innovate and to challenge himself to strive to be better than he was yesterday. Fuck it, he thought. He is going to stick with balsamic. The faint sweetness should highlight the natural umami present in the produce. Giving the mixture a sprinkling of sea salt and freshly cracked black pepper, he got to whisking. Vigorously, in fact. After some time. Ryan paused and took a taste. Giving himself a satisfied nod, he waved one of the other chefs present to come over and have a taste. [color=00aeef]"I'm thinking about using this as the dressing for the produce for tonight's salad. Let me know what you think..."[/color] For someone with as much confidence in his own skills, he always sought out opinions and critiques of his peers. Especially those who work with him. They see him work and think and tweak recipes day to day. They, in his opinion, have the best understanding in what kind of food, atmosphere and feeling he is trying to create. The chef gave him a nod. [color=39b54a]"This would work. That wasabi, the punch, fucking great."[/color] Ryan chuckled. [color=00aeef]"Cool. I take it the prep is coming along nicely? Did the tuna and salmon come in?"[/color] [color=39b54a]"Yeah, they're in the cooler."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Ok, leave them unwrapped starting around 3. I think I'm going to go grab some lunch. There is a new place in town. Some tavern. I want some fuckin' wings.. You guys want anything or are you just going to cook something here?"[/color] The crew was rather silent. Wings did not seem to peak their interests. [color=00aeef]"Ok fine. Don't say I never offered to buy you lot lunch..."[/color] Ryan chuckled again. [color=00aeef]"Feel free to head home after three. Just be back around 5:30. I want to have a quick meeting before service."[/color] With that being said, Ryan stepped out. Walking with a small hop to his step, he headed to the new tavern, curious as to what sort of offering they may have. [color=00aeef]"Busy place... but then again, its the lunch rush. I guess I'll wait for a seat or some shit..."[/color] He thought to himself as he stepped into the tavern.