Atz's Eats -- all postings
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Atz's Eats -- all postings
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lorekeeper
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Re: Atz's Eats -- #2
A dwarf and two swordsman stumble from the hilltop ruins.
The dwarf is heard bellowing about belly crawling in tunnels and losing "me mind."
He is soon making noisy preparations for something at the campground nigh the bridge setting up a coal fired cooking pot and manhandling kegs of ale.
Local lads and lasses are hired to tell all dwarven kin. "Atz, right. A new dwarf in town is having a "lobsta feest, bring yer own hamma!"
EST 2pm TODAY! ! !
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The dwarf is heard bellowing about belly crawling in tunnels and losing "me mind."
He is soon making noisy preparations for something at the campground nigh the bridge setting up a coal fired cooking pot and manhandling kegs of ale.
Local lads and lasses are hired to tell all dwarven kin. "Atz, right. A new dwarf in town is having a "lobsta feest, bring yer own hamma!"
EST 2pm TODAY! ! !
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Re: Atz's Eats -- #3
---- a statement released to the unserved masses of Baldur's Gate -----
Atz's Steak, Eggs, Lobsta, and Ale was a hit on the Tradeway.
Travelers crossing the bridge over the Chionthar were greeted by the obliging dwarf with mugs of ale and the aromas of grilled meats, grilled flounder, egg scramble, and steamed stone lobsta.
The highlight of his menu, cracked umber hulk claw, was prepared with exacting care following dwarven culinary techniques. Atz was particularly proud of sharing this dwarven delicacy with his many guests.
The only criticism heard, not that he seemed to care, was the distinct lack of wine for those connoisseurs. Nonetheless, the many caskets of ale were consumed to the last drop.
At one point Atz made last minute arrangements for delivery wagon of six casks of ale in a trade for a fine egg. "Da kobold pups musta lost it," he was overheard saying.
Is he vying for a location for in the city? The lugubrious dwarf was mum on that subject as well as the availability and danger of collecting 'stone lobsta' claws.
Atz's Steak, Eggs, Lobsta, and Ale was a hit on the Tradeway.
Travelers crossing the bridge over the Chionthar were greeted by the obliging dwarf with mugs of ale and the aromas of grilled meats, grilled flounder, egg scramble, and steamed stone lobsta.
The highlight of his menu, cracked umber hulk claw, was prepared with exacting care following dwarven culinary techniques. Atz was particularly proud of sharing this dwarven delicacy with his many guests.
The only criticism heard, not that he seemed to care, was the distinct lack of wine for those connoisseurs. Nonetheless, the many caskets of ale were consumed to the last drop.
At one point Atz made last minute arrangements for delivery wagon of six casks of ale in a trade for a fine egg. "Da kobold pups musta lost it," he was overheard saying.
Is he vying for a location for in the city? The lugubrious dwarf was mum on that subject as well as the availability and danger of collecting 'stone lobsta' claws.
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Re: Atz's Eats -- #4
Cater Yer Next Feast !
brought to you by "Atz's Eat's"
Plan yer Feasts now!
Special menus include Atz' famous recipes!
Fer ye wee folk
a truffle soufle of wyvern egg whites. No yolks ta way ya down!
Fer ye fair folk
field grass'n'ferns spritzed wit Atz's own feet pressed balsamic topped fresh zest from da Beregost orchards
Fer ye pirates
Grilled Halibut served over a bed o'kelp 'n honey.
Fer overgrown louts and pigfaces
Flame singed meat o' da day. Da inside still bleedin an raw!
Fer ye city folk
Fried yardbird with special sauce atop two homemade sesame puff buns.
Fer me d'waf kin
a special breakfast of warmed gruel an Ale!
Book Chef Atz before anudder does!
Not responsible fer wine, anythin' not applied to high temperture or flame, nor yer manners!
brought to you by "Atz's Eat's"
Plan yer Feasts now!
Special menus include Atz' famous recipes!
Fer ye wee folk
a truffle soufle of wyvern egg whites. No yolks ta way ya down!
Fer ye fair folk
field grass'n'ferns spritzed wit Atz's own feet pressed balsamic topped fresh zest from da Beregost orchards
Fer ye pirates
Grilled Halibut served over a bed o'kelp 'n honey.
Fer overgrown louts and pigfaces
Flame singed meat o' da day. Da inside still bleedin an raw!
Fer ye city folk
Fried yardbird with special sauce atop two homemade sesame puff buns.
Fer me d'waf kin
a special breakfast of warmed gruel an Ale!
Book Chef Atz before anudder does!
Not responsible fer wine, anythin' not applied to high temperture or flame, nor yer manners!
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lorekeeper
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Re: Atz's Eats -- all postings
A wide bellied dwarf with a toothy grin amidst a long beard walks, or rather rolls, up. He jabs a cleaver in the general direction of the work crew.
"Who's feedin dem? Atz, be me. Atz, right. I'm here to offa ma caterin' servases. It be called Atz's Eats, worksite food wagon unit.
First, I need ya ta arrange a daily wagon of fresh fixin's from Gullykin, da city, and Beregost auchards. Anodda of iced fish from da coast. I also be needin' a herd o cows n pigs n hens an enufff boys n girls to keep it all happy. Of course a wagon o'ale to keep da mason's in good cheer.
Ye do dat fer me, an I'll see dat crew eats right. Dey cannae work on empty bellies!
"Dis be a trade. All it's gonna cost ye is turn over to me a spare warehouse in da city fer me new rest'o'rant "Atz's Eats, BG City unit"! What say? Deal?" he says, offering a ham sized fist to shake.
"Who's feedin dem? Atz, be me. Atz, right. I'm here to offa ma caterin' servases. It be called Atz's Eats, worksite food wagon unit.
First, I need ya ta arrange a daily wagon of fresh fixin's from Gullykin, da city, and Beregost auchards. Anodda of iced fish from da coast. I also be needin' a herd o cows n pigs n hens an enufff boys n girls to keep it all happy. Of course a wagon o'ale to keep da mason's in good cheer.
Ye do dat fer me, an I'll see dat crew eats right. Dey cannae work on empty bellies!
"Dis be a trade. All it's gonna cost ye is turn over to me a spare warehouse in da city fer me new rest'o'rant "Atz's Eats, BG City unit"! What say? Deal?" he says, offering a ham sized fist to shake.
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lorekeeper
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Re: Atz's Eats -- all postings
new signs appear on the trade and lion's way.
Exotic game hunt, fine repast to follow!
Atz' Eats
Chuck Wagon Division, movin' out soon
As he cleans and resharpens his chef knives the garrulous dwarf looks around at the
adventurers polishing off some of his fine vittles the barrel shaped dwarf mutters,
"Dat be de last o' da meat."
Eyeing the gathered adventurers keenly, two fat thumbs jammed on the rope around his waist, he says, "Time ta replenesh ma stores an hunt some exotic game! Who's comin'?"
The dwarf is seen carrying away all of the available braziers and roasters from the dry goods merchants. He also exits the cooks kitchen of the FAI with a stack of large pots. A bit ater he and the braided beard dwarf Anderson and a few other pals are seen loading kegs of ale into a wagon, overloading it in ignorance.
Not responsible fer wine, anythin' not applied to high temperture or flame, nor yer manners!
Exotic game hunt, fine repast to follow!
Atz' Eats
Chuck Wagon Division, movin' out soon
As he cleans and resharpens his chef knives the garrulous dwarf looks around at the
adventurers polishing off some of his fine vittles the barrel shaped dwarf mutters,
"Dat be de last o' da meat."
Eyeing the gathered adventurers keenly, two fat thumbs jammed on the rope around his waist, he says, "Time ta replenesh ma stores an hunt some exotic game! Who's comin'?"
The dwarf is seen carrying away all of the available braziers and roasters from the dry goods merchants. He also exits the cooks kitchen of the FAI with a stack of large pots. A bit ater he and the braided beard dwarf Anderson and a few other pals are seen loading kegs of ale into a wagon, overloading it in ignorance.
Not responsible fer wine, anythin' not applied to high temperture or flame, nor yer manners!