<strong>Name: Jonathan<br/>Location: At the restaurant Souzai Daigaku<br/>Tags: Natsumi, Mizuki</strong><br/><br/>The kitchen in the back of the restaurant was frantic. A couple of the workers were busy working on pulling the meat apart from a pork side while Jonathan was slicing up a brisket. The owner, Master Souzai, was busy with tending the coals on the new barbeque pit out back while his wife and oldest children ran the restaurant proper. The kitchen was hot and filled with the smells and spices of perfectly cooked meats.<br/><br/>"Oi, you two! Dont pull the meat into mush. You only do that when grandma or grandpa dont have any teeth left. You gotta give the customer something to bite to savor it." Jonathan had a lot to prove in his first couple of months at the restaurant, but when he showed Master Souzai that he was more than a halfway decent cook, the old man was thrilled. True, Jonathan still had an American flair and flavor when he was cooking, but the customers liked it and that's what mattered. He introduced the old man to cornbread and potato salad as Americans made it and asked if it was possible to add them to the menu, tentatively of course. By having such differing flavors it, people would be less tired of the flavor and eat *more*. And it worked. They tweaked the flavors to japanese tastes, but all in all, it was a resounding success.<br/><br/>"Where are the croquets, Jon? I got a bunch of high schoolers here."<br/>"Got 'em for ya. Twenty beef croquets, order up!" and he dinged the diner bell. "Ribs, and brisket, order up!"<br/><br/>Jonathan looked out the kitchen at the two girls at the counter, one was diving into her ribs while the other didnt know what to order. "Oh good, you got the kid size beef bowl. Its a good starter, glad you didnt get the regular one, its massive! Try some potato salad, if you got room left. Its got a heavenly twang." and he disappeared back into the kitched to get a few sandwiches ready for some miners that were sure to show up in the next half hour.<br/>