12dz Chapter 201 "Lemon Sherbet and Black Coffee" Bar
Chapter 201 "Lemon Sherbet and Black Coffee" Bar
The London season in June is already close to summer, but a sudden typhoon last week still kept the whole city in a state of continuous rain.
This city is always like this. It seems that it never likes the sun. People wear long trench coats and hats, and walk around with their heads down, but they don't want to say hello to each other.
However, on a street corner in southeast London, a new bar was recently opened. It is a very peculiar classical German-style bar, and the decoration inside is very medieval.
A huge Steinway grand piano stood on the stage, and the lighting of the bar was also very characteristic. They did not use traditional electric lights, or the dazzling neon lights that young people like.
But with the use of very old gas lamps, the whole bar is even more atmospheric under the flickering of the fire.
Of course, there is also the name of the bar, which is called "Lemon Sherbet and Black Coffee". When many people first come here, they will be a little confused about this name.
But if you ask the boss, you won't get any answers. The bosses of this bar are two old people. One of them is responsible for playing on the stage, and the other is responsible for providing drinks and desserts to customers.
However, it seems that many people can't fully appreciate the desserts of the old man with white beard. Instead, the German and French dishes made by the handsome old man have been passed on by word of mouth among the young people recently.
It has almost become a popular check-in place for young people in London. In the rainy weather, sit in an emotional bar, order a cup of coffee and a good French foie gras.
Sitting in the old-fashioned bar box under the swaying light of the gas lamp, looking at each other, I really feel very emotional.
"jingle!!"
After the last customer left the bar, the two old men, who had already arrived in the middle of the night, were obviously ready to close.
But at this moment, the welcome bell at the door still rang with a crisp sound.
"I'm sorry dear, we're about to close. If it's for the summer special drink, Lemon Sherbet, I suggest you come early tomorrow."
"I just said that the drinks I make will be appreciated by many people."
The bearded old man behind the bar didn't look up at the customers. He wiped the glass carefully while speaking slowly in his unique joking tone.
However, the customer who entered this bar didn't seem to have the idea of leaving because of this. He walked slowly to the bar and took off the wool cap on his head.
Then he unbuttoned the two buttons on his long windbreaker. It seems that this small bar has good heating equipment, which makes people feel very warm.
"Don't be so indifferent, and should you go back to school to have a look, Professor Snape will take care of Papa Grindelwald's lessons."
"But as the headmaster of Hogwarts, he has not appeared in the school for half a year. This seems to be a very bad thing."
The young man sitting on the bar didn't look at the bearded old man anymore, he began to look around and inspect the decoration of this emotional bar in detail.
And until this time, the boss who had been wiping the cups just now slowly raised his head after hearing this familiar voice.
Seeing the young man in front of him, he immediately smiled and said.
"Isn't this what you've always wanted? Little Mr. Dumbledore, I've already lived the life I wanted to live as you persuaded me before."
"During the two months here, I felt very happy, but those customers were a bit tasteless. They always liked Gail's French cuisine, but dismissed my desserts."
As he said that, Dumbledore wanted to recommend his specialty dishes to Augustus, took out the menu that had been wiped clean, and then pointed to the dessert section and started making crazy recommendations.
Facing this enthusiastic old man, Augustus rolled his eyes with a smile, and then said cunningly.
"I want a good German roast pork knuckle with appetizing sauerkraut, and then a cup of good black coffee. In summer, a cup of Panamanian Geisha would be great."
Dumbledore's defense was a little bit broken by Augustus's order. He pretended that he was too old to hear clearly, and started shouting loudly to the back kitchen.
"A lemon sherbet special, with a honey cheesecake full of love, coming soon please wait a moment."
As he said that, he wrote down the order list very quickly, and then he had to go back to the back kitchen by himself to prepare his summer set menu for Augustus.
But before Dumbledore's body left the bar, Grindelwald had already carried the dinner plate and walked out from behind the curtain in the back kitchen.
Putting the plate in front of Augustus, Grindelwald introduced it very professionally.
"Authentic German roasted pork knuckle with sauerkraut, plus Geisha just shipped from Panama, the light roasting retains its floral aroma, and it tastes like a blooming rose flavor."
Seeing the professionalism of this handsome old man, Augustus applauded while smiling.
"Very professional dad, I think if you weren't here, two months would be enough for this bar to go from opening to closing."
Grindelwald's praise was very useful to him. He also made himself a cup of coffee, and while blowing the hot steam from the coffee, he leaned on the bar and looked at Augustus and said slowly.
"Of course, but there's nothing I can do about it. Who is my lover? He doesn't know any noble tastes. He just keeps adding sugar to his dessert like crazy."
"What did the lady who just left say, the honey cheesecake, the first bite is suffocating."
Grindelwald's complaints completely broke Dumbledore's defenses. He flushed with anger, pointed at the two people in front of him, and hesitated for a long time, unable to speak.
Seeing that Dumbledore was really angry, Grindelwald quickly started to remedy it.
he said slowly.
"But Albus is also useful, no matter young or old, anyway, people who come to this bar like to chat with him."
"Maybe it's because he's grown his beard back and he looks kinder and kinder, like a present-giving Santa Claus."
"In the face of such a kind old man, many people are more likely to open their hearts and are more willing to speak out what is in their hearts."
"And I'm in a bad situation. They always have a sense of alienation when they talk to me. They prefer my cooking and listening to me play Chopin or Beethoven to them, but they don't want to talk to me more."
"If I want to hear their stories, I can only lie in bed at night and listen to Albus retelling them to me."
These words also successfully diverted Dumbledore's attention, he still calmed down slowly, and looked at Grindelwald who was leaning against the bar and drinking coffee.
And Augustus, who was cooking crazily with his head bowed in front of him, had no choice but to bow his head and continue to do his work, carefully wiping the already very clean glass again.
So under the flickering of the fire, an extremely strange scene appeared in this classical bar.
A handsome old man with extraordinary temperament who is resting, and a strange old man who looks like Santa Claus but keeps working.
There is also a handsome young man who has the same extraordinary temperament but crazily lowers his head to cook. The combination between them is so strange, but the picture is so harmonious.