Adventure 1: The Iceman Cometh
In reply to Grimsby H. Baskerville (msg # 31):
"Greetings, Miss Brie. Joseph Rudyard Hunnisett, at your service." Joseph says when the young Irish woman introduces herself.
Joseph takes a moment to ponder the answer to Grimsby's question, as Felicity introduced herself while rolling a Quirley.
Joseph was just about to answer Grimsby, when that gentleman sighted yet another young woman - and for a gentleman who says he's new to Gibraltar, he certainly seems to know a lot of fine young women, here! - and dashed over to her; it was quite obvious she was known to him. A fact which he quickly verified by introducing her as Miss Catherine Harston, his ward and some kind of relative.
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Catherine." Joseph says with a slight nod, taking note of the all black mourning clothes, "Allow me to express my condolences, as well." While his accent is similar to Miss Felicity's Texas drawl, his is more subtle; and there's something about the way he slurs his 'r's, almost, but not quite, rolling them...
"Ah...as for dining considerations...the most respectable establishment I can think of would be the dining room of the Bristol Hotel. They have an excellent Continental menu."
"If you've a mind to be a bit experimental, my personal suggestion would be the Scheherazade; an excellent Moroccan restaurant, where they feed you delightfully spiced dishes in the old Moroccan serving style."
Joseph turns slightly to Felicity and says "Comanche style." while miming eating with his fingers.
"Or you could try something more regional; there is an Andalusian/Spanish restaurant called the Copa Cabana not too far from here which is quite popular."
The bartender, walking past behind Joseph, gives an agreeing nod as he passes.
"For seafood you must go down to the wharf for the freshest, and the best service is at the Blue Anchor. They have this Sicilian chef there who makes the most exquisite fried small dishes..."
"Ah, beggin yer pardon, sir..." the bartender leans over and interrupts, "But Adriano, over 'et the Blue Anchor, has an Eye-talian name, but he's actually from Greece, sir. And yer spot on 'bout his fried stuff, sir, his fried sardines with tapenade is one-uh me fav'rites"
Joseph gives the man a smile, then says to the others, "There you go! No higher praise than to find that the locals eat there."
"Of course, if you are of a mind for more ... traditional ... British fare, I hear that the Lord Nelson is quite popular with military officers and the government set."
Behind Joseph, the bartender makes a grimace, shakes his head, and turns away.
"As the sun is still up," Joseph indicates the day lit door and windows at the front of The Rendezvous, "There are also any number of smaller, family run cafes to be found in the immediate area."
"Now, having already mentioned it, I suppose in the name of decorum I should wave off going to the Scheherazade..." Joseph casts an aside look towards Felicity, "Probably just ... not ... a good idea. Um, the food is rather spicy, and the owners are somewhat ... orthodox. But, as I said, the dining room at the Bristol is fine as cream gravy, and the wine cellar is one of the finest in Gibraltar."
"Now Sir, that hurts, it does." adds in the bartender, with a smile, "We've a fine cellar here, we does. Cracky, we are a cellar!" he finishes with a laugh, gesturing at the walls of the well-appointed, but still recognizable stone tunnel, built as a munitions store for the Peninsular War, but now holding The Rendezvous Pub.