AN ERZEKI INYENC
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
3,818
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
ch 11
Jim Brass stood on the front step of Lady Heather’s Domain with the menu in hand. He knew that this restaurant wasn’t what it seemed to be. He rang the doorbell to her lair and waited for her to open the door.
The trip to the university had been painstaking to say the least, he hated the college scene but he had to do the necessary research.
“May I help you sir?” The quiet lady asked as she saw Jim.
“I have a menu here, I am wondering if you can tell me what language it is.”
“That is not my speciality I am afraid.” The young girl said as she adjusted her glasses. They were too big for her small-featured face. They made her face look weird. Jim figured she was probably quite pretty without the glasses, the stuffy librarian clothes and with her hair down.
“Whose speciality is it?”
“The linguistics section, someone is there, it is section 600, just up the stairs over there.”
“Thanks.” Jim said walking away.
Jim found someone in that section and they examined the language on the menu.
“Looks to be Hungarian.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. It is. Where is this from?”
“The new restaurant downtown.”
“Oh, what is it called?”
“AN ERZEKI INYENC it’s on the menu. What does that mean?”
“The Erotic Gourmet.”
“Well that explains a lot.” Jim laughed.
“Why is that?”
“Eat there, you’ll know for sure.”
“Wait, I think I remember this restaurant in LA, didn’t last very long. I’ll be right back.”
The chirpy student returned with a newspaper article in his hand.
“Yup, here we go. They only lasted a few months, once people found out what type of a restaurant it was, it was chased out of town, and I guess they figured it was better in Vegas.”
“I guess. Thanks for your help.”
“It’s my job.” He smiled.
“You don’t happen to know any Hungarians in Vegas do you?”
“As a matter of fact I do. Rumour has it that Lady Heather is of Hungarian decent.”
“Yes, I think I remember her saying that.” Jim walked away.
The door opened up and Lady Heather stood before him.
“Mr Brass, what brings you to my domain?”
“I remembered you saying that you were Hungarian.”
“Yes, what does that have to do with anything?”
“I am curious about the new restaurant.”
“Oh, the Erotic Gourmet?”
“Yes, that one. What are they feeding us?”
“Let me see…”she looked at the menu.
v LAZACSZINU A HANG KAPOR
v ZOLDDEG METEIT
v LANCTAIPVAL AMERIKAI MOGYORÓ MÁRTÁS
v FELNŐTT SÜLT CSŐTÉSZTA
v SZOCSKE AND FEHER AKA CFA GYONYORUSEG
v VAJ SULT SZÓJABAB TERIYAKI
v KERTELŐ EMBER ENERGIA
v MÉLANGE À TROIS OF HOMAR , OSZTRIGA AND FESUKAGYLO KEVEREDÉSNAK A HÁROM KOZUL HOMAR, OSZTRIGA ÉS FESUKAGYLO CIRÓGATÁSBAN MARTINI HÚSLEVES
v
v ROSTONSÜLT HOMAR ÜNNEPVAL FOKHAGYMA
v
v HOMARHAB
“These are all aphrodisiac recipes.”
“They are?” Jim asked.
“Yes, let me get my cook book, I am sure they are all there.”
Jim looked around the domain. This place is weird. Lots of noises and stuff.
Heather returned with her cookbook. “Look here, it has a list of aphrodisiacs. Their food is amazing.”
“It is good, but makes us act strange.”
Heather approached Jim. “And that is so bad?” She placed her hand on his cheek.
“So should I tell the rest of the lab about this?”
“I think the lab needs the excitement, personally.” Heather laughed.
“I think you are right.” Brass laughed back.
The trip to the university had been painstaking to say the least, he hated the college scene but he had to do the necessary research.
“May I help you sir?” The quiet lady asked as she saw Jim.
“I have a menu here, I am wondering if you can tell me what language it is.”
“That is not my speciality I am afraid.” The young girl said as she adjusted her glasses. They were too big for her small-featured face. They made her face look weird. Jim figured she was probably quite pretty without the glasses, the stuffy librarian clothes and with her hair down.
“Whose speciality is it?”
“The linguistics section, someone is there, it is section 600, just up the stairs over there.”
“Thanks.” Jim said walking away.
Jim found someone in that section and they examined the language on the menu.
“Looks to be Hungarian.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. It is. Where is this from?”
“The new restaurant downtown.”
“Oh, what is it called?”
“AN ERZEKI INYENC it’s on the menu. What does that mean?”
“The Erotic Gourmet.”
“Well that explains a lot.” Jim laughed.
“Why is that?”
“Eat there, you’ll know for sure.”
“Wait, I think I remember this restaurant in LA, didn’t last very long. I’ll be right back.”
The chirpy student returned with a newspaper article in his hand.
“Yup, here we go. They only lasted a few months, once people found out what type of a restaurant it was, it was chased out of town, and I guess they figured it was better in Vegas.”
“I guess. Thanks for your help.”
“It’s my job.” He smiled.
“You don’t happen to know any Hungarians in Vegas do you?”
“As a matter of fact I do. Rumour has it that Lady Heather is of Hungarian decent.”
“Yes, I think I remember her saying that.” Jim walked away.
The door opened up and Lady Heather stood before him.
“Mr Brass, what brings you to my domain?”
“I remembered you saying that you were Hungarian.”
“Yes, what does that have to do with anything?”
“I am curious about the new restaurant.”
“Oh, the Erotic Gourmet?”
“Yes, that one. What are they feeding us?”
“Let me see…”she looked at the menu.
v LAZACSZINU A HANG KAPOR
v ZOLDDEG METEIT
v LANCTAIPVAL AMERIKAI MOGYORÓ MÁRTÁS
v FELNŐTT SÜLT CSŐTÉSZTA
v SZOCSKE AND FEHER AKA CFA GYONYORUSEG
v VAJ SULT SZÓJABAB TERIYAKI
v KERTELŐ EMBER ENERGIA
v MÉLANGE À TROIS OF HOMAR , OSZTRIGA AND FESUKAGYLO KEVEREDÉSNAK A HÁROM KOZUL HOMAR, OSZTRIGA ÉS FESUKAGYLO CIRÓGATÁSBAN MARTINI HÚSLEVES
v
v ROSTONSÜLT HOMAR ÜNNEPVAL FOKHAGYMA
v
v HOMARHAB
“These are all aphrodisiac recipes.”
“They are?” Jim asked.
“Yes, let me get my cook book, I am sure they are all there.”
Jim looked around the domain. This place is weird. Lots of noises and stuff.
Heather returned with her cookbook. “Look here, it has a list of aphrodisiacs. Their food is amazing.”
“It is good, but makes us act strange.”
Heather approached Jim. “And that is so bad?” She placed her hand on his cheek.
“So should I tell the rest of the lab about this?”
“I think the lab needs the excitement, personally.” Heather laughed.
“I think you are right.” Brass laughed back.