Flashed Mixed Grill
Jim stood in the entrance and breathed in deeply the countless familiar smells of the bar—the cigar and cigarette smoke, the steak sizzling on a griddle, the beer soaked carpet, and the stale sweat. It had been so long, he'd almost forgotten what they were truly like. He quickly found a table and ordered the meal he'd been waiting for the last six years, a mixed grill with salad and chips, all drowning in ketchup and malt vinegar, accompanied by a pitcher of ice cold beer. Freedom smelt...