Introduction

                                    

                                          


                          
So! Here's Restaurantsies! Originally written on FanFiction.net, and is now here on Wattpad. And here's the case:
                          
I go to a restaurant school, so this idea popped into my head, and no one stopped me from writing it, so here we go!
                          
As this is just a weird story that's simply for fun, I don't know if it will get an end, or if there will be consistent uploads, but here we go anyway! Yeehaw, as Ezra would say!
                          
Down on a street in Lower Manhattan lied a little restaurant. It wasn't a fancy restaurant, but it was good and loved in the area. The remarkable thing about it was the staff. It consisted of only a few adults, but mainly teenagers between the ages of 14 and 17 worked at the locale. You see, this restaurant doubled as a cooking and service school, where these 21 teenagers got to learn everything about cooking in a restaurant kitchen and being a waiter at a luxury venue. After a few months of the students learning, the Dinner is a Doozy restaurant opened.
                          
A few nights a week, the teens gathered at the restaurant along with their teachers Mr. Wiesel, Mr. Seitz, Mr. Bunsen and Ms. Kasprzak (the sister of a student). They divided themselves into two groups: one to work in the kitchen and one to be the night's waiters. Then the game was on. The game of surviving the stress, the fun, and the cluelessness of serving three course meals to guests.
                          
Occasionally, these guests were quite cool. They'd have quite a few lesser known food critics eat at The Dinner Doozy (which was what the teenagers, who also labeled themselves "chefsies", called Dinner is a Doozy). Particularly one Katherine Plumber, owner of the blog "Sunny Side Up", enjoyed visiting Dinner is a Doozy. The chefsies had all noted that she enjoyed looking at Jack Kelly, the head waiter, just as much as she liked looking at (and eating) the nicely plated food.
                          
A little more known food critic; William Hearst Sr. from The Journal of Restaurants food magazine regularly visited and gave his honest reviews - which were good most of the time.
                          
Obviously, not all of their memorable guests owned magazines or blogs. There was also Mr. Jacobi from Jacobi's Diner, and Medda Larkin from The Larkin Cafe. Both said diner and said cafe were places the chefsies visited often. Especially the cafe, as Medda Larkin was a good friend to many, and pretty much a mother to others.
                          
It was a fine life, carrying the platters, setting the tables and coming up with new ways to elegantly plate their delicious food. But it was all about to change. All because of the city's most notorious food critic.
                          
Joseph Pulitzer from The Gourmet World.
                          
The real chapters will obviously be longer than this. This is just a prologue to explain what the hell is happening in this story.
                          
But comment on it anyway, because fun.