Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 67 45. Restaurant and Women

Carl had not walked far from Arasaka Academy when he saw a restaurant on the side of the road. Thinking about the time, Carl decided to have lunch today in this restaurant.

This restaurant in the city center is not big, covering only about 50 square meters. There are four customers seated scattered around the restaurant, and there are not many staff in the store. There are only two people including the busy chef behind the counter and the waiting staff walking around.

"Welcome, please sit wherever you want. If you need to order, just call me."

The busy male waiter stopped to greet Carl and pointed to the empty seats in the store.

"Okay, I'll call you if you want to order."

Karl looked at the waiter who hurried around again after getting his response. He didn't quite understand why the waiter was so busy when there were so few customers in the store.

Even if there is only one person, it shouldn't be that serious.

According to Carl's understanding of the catering industry, a waiter can serve about 4 to 6 customers at the same time, and a skilled waiter can increase this number to ten. There are only five customers in this store including himself who just came in. Even if this waiter is a novice, he should be able to handle it, right?
Moreover, the data that Carl compared were from his previous era. In the restaurant stores in 2075, most of the food was made up of pre-made and semi-finished products. Are these things that need to be heated up in the microwave and then mixed together so busy?

Just as Carl sat down and thought about this, he heard a very obvious frying sound.

With a sizzling sound, the aroma of the oil drifted to Carl's nose along with the slowly blowing air from the air conditioner in the shop.

Carl sniffed it, and then his eyes lit up.

'This shop is worthy of being in the city center. They actually cook honestly, and the oil is of high quality! '

Carl already had the answer in his mind.

'butter.'

It is butter, real butter, not the artificial kind, but a solid fat processed from real milk.

The reason why Carl knew this so for sure was, of course, because he used to fry steak himself often, and he always used butter.

He still remembers the instructions in the kitchen book he had read about frying steak with butter, which is that the butter cannot be allowed to melt completely before putting the steak in, because butter has a relatively low melting point and it will easily leave burnt marks on the steak. So you have to choose the right time, stir the butter with a fork when it is half melted, and then put the steak in and start frying.

Although Carl cooked the steak poorly and the degree of doneness was different each time, he still remembered the smell of butter. He could tell the difference between it and margarine just by smelling it.

Food made with real butter makes one curious about what it is.

Carl sat on the chair and glanced at the dining table, but did not find any ordering procedures on it.

No wonder I had to call him when I wanted to order. This shop is really old-fashioned. There isn’t even an ordering procedure. This was rare in the city center when I was young.

But
You didn't even give me a menu.
How do I know what I want to eat?

Butter is generally used in Western cuisine. Carl could guess what this store sold, but there were so many types of Western food, and who knew whether it was British, French, or Italian.

A French or Italian restaurant would be the best, but British food is also fine.

Compared to the inedible foods in Night City, Carl felt that the "Stargazing Pie" that he had often heard others criticize seemed so delicious.

Carl knew that it was impossible for him to eat real meat in the city center, but since real butter was used, it was always something for vegetarians to look forward to, right?

While Karl's mind was spinning, the busy waiter realized that there was no menu in front of Karl, and he apologized and handed him a menu made of a material between plastic and paper. When Karl opened the menu, he was pleasantly surprised.

'I won the prize!'

Although it is neither French cuisine nor Italian cuisine, which are ranked first or second in Europe, it is not British cuisine after all.

This restaurant is a Spanish restaurant.

In Carl's mind, Spanish cuisine ranks second only to French and Italian cuisine.

"Hehehe~"

If it tastes good, I'll have to invite Oliver and Jack to come and eat together next time.

Carl looked at the food on the menu. Every dish was expensive. The cheapest one was over 70 Euros.

Considering it's in the city center and they use real butter, maybe it's a good deal.

The first thing that Carl's eyes fell on was definitely the Spanish paella, which is known as one of the three famous dishes of Western cuisine, along with pasta and French snails. However, after taking a look at the meat used on the menu, Carl decisively rejected this famous dish.

Synthetic squid, synthetic oysters, synthetic shrimps, what are these things? Is this something normal people should eat?

It seems that meat and vegetables cannot be touched at all.

After Carl glanced around, he quickly locked on the food that he could accept.

Potato omelette, 70 euros, marked, synthetic eggs, potato starch.

Carl has tried synthetic eggs before, and they tasted OK. Although they have a strange chemical smell, they are acceptable. This dish is a must-order. I'll order two first, and then
Cream of mushroom soup, 150 euros, marked, real cream, cultured mushrooms, with a g piece of white wheat bread.

Really creamy!
No wonder they dare to sell it for 150 euros.

There is nothing strange about the mushrooms in the cultivation room. The raw materials of synthetic vegetables are mostly algae. In the humid cultivation environment of algae, it is natural for some mushrooms to grow and become a bonus for the company to make money. As for the mushrooms grown in this environment, Carl's attitude is: as long as they don't kill people, it's fine.

Carl called the waiter and, after explaining his needs, bought a can of sweet tea from the only non-old-fashioned vending machine in the store. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a new customer coming into the store.

The new guest was a woman who looked to be about twenty years old. She had red eyeshadow on her face and wore a waist-baring dress with short white hair. She looked pretty, but her expression was very cold, as if everyone owed her money.

Karl just glanced at it and then looked away.

do not know.

Then there is no need to care.

In the year 2075, where anyone can have plastic surgery at will, Carl has seen a lot of beautiful girls. He even hugged a girl who was originally unmodified a few days ago. A girl like this is not worth Carl's even a glance.

He was more looking forward to his cream of mushroom soup and potato omelette than looking at the beautiful woman.

How delicious will it be? Should I order it now and bring some to Jack, Oliver and Lao Wei in the evening?
(End of this chapter)