Mooney stepped into Ratigan’s and inhaled deeply of the
heavenly scent s that abounded. A hand battered blooming onion, a think cut chicken
fried moose steak smothered in country gravy, and a pint of ice cold microbrew
were calling his name. His mate made a fine cup of coffee, his sire made a mean
open pit barbeque, and even Miss Ellie made some damn fine meat-free breakfast
options, but nobody beat Louie when it came to culinary delights.
When Nick had called him a few hours ago, saying that word on
the street said that Louie had gotten in some fresh moose meat, he’d almost
charged down to the town’s Irish pub right that instant. Instead, he’d made
plans with his brother to meet there for a late dinner, neither of them wanting
to listen to their mates bitch at them for skipping a family meal and setting a
bad example for the pups. Knowing Nick, he’d be taking a to-go meal back for
Ziva anyway. And now that he was thinking about it, Mooney decided to take a
blooming onion back for Marissa. She didn’t eat fried food often, but she
always managed to make an exception for Louie’s cooking.
"Horse meat sells high in France, ya fleabags!"
Mooney snapped his head around at the war cry that came from
the bar. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw Louie brandishing a huge meat
cleaver in one hand and a horse whip in the other. He judiciously stepped to
one side of the door and settled in for the show. From what he could tell, there
was a herd of drunken studs being chased out. Must be that time of year for bar
runs, he mused. Horses had peculiar ideas of what consisted of fun. Then he
remembered some of his and Nick’s antics when back when they were young, dumb,
and bullet proof, too, and chuckled.
“Hey, Moon-dawg, remember that time when we chased those
unicorns drunk on windfall apples that one year,” Nick said as he sidled up
next to Mooney to watch the goings on.
“That one time?” Mooney guffawed. “I recall us doing that
pretty much every October from the age of five until you discovered girls.”
“True,” Nick said, nodding his head and grinning as one
particularly sloppy drunk stud ran right into a telephone pole just outside the
door.
“Moronic chowder-heads,” Louie said as he stomped his way
back into the bar. “I told them guys not to add my place to their damned run
this year. I run a family place! Don’t I, Nick? This look like a family place
to yous?” Louie eyed the alpha wolf critically and Nick nodded his head gamely.
“At least until after the kiddies’ bedtimes,” Mooney added
in. “So what’s this rumor I heard that you have moose on the menu tonight?”
“Great save,” Nick murmured to Mooney as they followed the
Jersey transplant back to the bar.
“It’s all about priorities, bro. I have to be back by the
time Marissa closes up her shop so I can surprise her with a blooming onion. I
didn’t have time to chew over the fat with an irate Louie pisses at the world
and brainless muscle studs.”
3 comments:
Horse meat on the menu? Let's hope there aren't any French-Canucks down from Canada in town tonight, or those drunks are liable to stomp them.
I've never eaten moose (had an elk burger once, though), but I love chicken-fried steak. I've got to get out West again and find some of these places. Not for horsemeat, though.
I swiped that from Savannah's post yesterday, when Louie chased the wild bunch out of his pub.
Moose meat tastes very much like elk and buffalo, but not exactly. It's also a deep purple color, which is hard for most people to get around the first time they eat it, but it's yummy! Best served medium rare with only a little garlic salt for seasoning. (Don't skip adding some salt to wild game!)
At least, Mooney got Louie back on track... and serving his moose meat. 'Course the few moose shifters are staying clear of his place, for now. ~grins~
Never had moose meat or elk. However, I have eaten Buffalo. Right tasty. Tastes like a different version of beef to me. I used to be able to get it at a health food store I frequented.
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