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The Old Karlstad Brewery — Diplomatic Chatter, Beer and Burgers

Petits-Pays

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Across the street from the DDI Headquarters the Pohjanmaans had bought space for a diplomatic embassy. The embassy was completed in 1995 but not without a bit of fun. The basement became a brewery and the rooftop a restaurant and bar open to the public. It was not the most popular with locals due to the prices and the security screening involved, but it did attract patrons that enjoyed high quality beer. Burgers were added to the menu in 1997 after recognizing how much the locals enjoyed them.

Behind the bar was Petteri Salo who had worked there for the last four years. He learned a lot about those who frequented but understood the often confidential nature of the conversations. He had a good staff that worked for him as well. Also mostly hired from Pohjanmaan ex-pats.

The most common folk that visited were Pohjanmaan and worked at the embassy that visited for lunches, but it was quite common to see young Sylvanians on karaoke night. Week nights were also common to see staff from all DDI embassies though.
 

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Having only just arrived at the DDI headquarters and their merchant surroundings, the employees under Ambassador Dorothy Heidlberg entered the Old Karlstad Brewery at both odd days and hours for sustenance and time away from their demanding boss. Heidlberg insisted upon utilizing Gary Ambrose's 13-Month Calendar. While this scheme had its practical insular advantages, their interactions with friends and family at home were already becoming muddled and agreements on dates with their DDI allies constantly required a quick conversion in their heads.

Behind her back they had come here for some weeks now commiserating at what an "awful tyrant", "shriveled prune", and "mummified mum" she was. Tonight was no different, and there were Pohjan, Sylvan, and perhaps others to overhear their call for her "merry creep to the crypt" when the old lady herself, the widower Mrs. Dorothy accepted a held open door from an "Easternesse" boy as she liked to call them.

"Gentleman," Heidlberg crowed at the neck twisting Ambrosians, "and yes you young lady intern . . I am not dead yet!"

The former military among them sprung to their feet, standing in reflexive surprise. "No ma'am, we were just . ."

Dorothy waived away their excuses and sat at the bar in her marine colored pantsuit. "Mister Salo is it? Like the pigs fat, or the missile kind?" she inquired while running her shriveled old finger over the menu. "I've had my fair share of burgers, and I hold to that Ambrosians invented the sandwich, but whether your institution of . . " Dorothy adjusted her glasses to find the established date, "Ah yes, 1996: when I turned 50 . . Whether this is indeed he world's best burger!"

Loathing or fearing the old woman, all of the Ambrosian staff stood to see the sandwich served.
 
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Petits-Pays

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Petteri raised an eyebrow looking Heidlberg up and down. These Ambrosians were a new kind of people at the establishment and they had taken to it quickly. “Yes, apparently when you turned 50 the best burger was born. Or at least imagined to be born. I’ll add bacon to celebrate this famous occasion.”

The burger took about 8 minutes to craft. A raw patty which was made earlier contained a generous 10% fat count and sizzled on the grill while the burger buns were toasted in the fat from the grill. A Sylvanian cheddar cheese added to the top of the patty when the time was right complimented a burger that contained no other vegetables. The bun covered in a very thin layer of mayonnaise that had a hint of dill. The meat grilled to medium-well. It was sourced from a Sylvanian farm that featured organic grass fed beef, and found by Petteri himself actually. Bacon was added to the cheese and delicately layered with the bun and wrapped in a paper that covered about half of the burger in the form of a basket or sleeve. It was complimented with Petit-Potats that were lightly salted and cooked to make them a nice crisp texture while still being fluffy on the inside.

“Here you are my dear. Hopefully future memorable years in your life spawn further more delicious items in Sylvania for your time here. The ketchup should you need it is on a table in the corner over there,” he gestured to a corner spot.
 

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A young low level Sylvanian functionary at the HQ drunkenly turned himself around on his bar stool. "Ambroshuns invented the shandwhich? Haha, thatsh a new one. My brother alwaysh shaid the only thing that comesh from Ambrosha is shteers and qu... *HICC* oh maan." Suddenly the functionary rushed himself to the bathroom. The multiple beers and cheap blended whiskey he could barely afford finally catching up with him.

Kelly Farragut, the Sylvanian Ambassador to the DDI, walked past the rushing functionary, taking note of who he was so he could be relieved of duty later. He approached Ambassador Heidlberg and took a stool one over from where she was sitting. "My my, Petteri, now that is one hell of a burger! I'll take one just the same, BUT! No Mayo! All these french speaking Charleroi urbanites just love their mayonnaise on their burgers but an old West Sylvania boy like me can't stand the stuff. Why it's almost blasphemy to put mayo on a burger out there, your own family might disown you!" The sixty two year old diplomat laughed a bit before turning to the Ambrosian ambassador and he staff, he leaned a bit against the bar.

"Now I hope Charleroi is treating all your fine Ambrosian folk well enough, it's a bit colder up here and the people can be a bit colder as well, but I hope you won't take that as an example of what all Sylvanian's are like!" Farragut's demeanor was completely different from his very serious manner in the meeting halls of the DDI HQ, outside those walls he fell back into his warmer and more friendly West Sylvanian attitude and a slight drawl returned to his accent.
 

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"Condiments are merely masks for poor quality actors . . the main elements of an honest dish if you will. When the primary actors are not spot on . . ketchup, mayo, or mustard is a garish distraction for a bad beef and bun!" Ambassador Heidlberg declared while producing a personal handkerchief to ensure cleanliness.

"I desire a quality bun, beef, a crunch, and a pronounced flavor profile that sinks me back in to my seat." Dorothy added before sinking back as foretold. There would be a handsome tip for Petteri and staff, and likely a low profile patronage in the future not in the center of things.

"Mister Farragut, to answer your question: as an adherent to the 'Aspirations & Aphorisms of Gary Ambrose' I am no stranger to the chill of out of control urbanites and Cath-o-lic firebrands."

"But enough about my hang-ons and discontents. Charleroi is an architectural wonder that surpassed Saint Theosburg because his caretakers failed to dream after the collapse . ." Dorothy said with a withering groan near the end. With a cough into her handkerchief and a grip to the bar table, Dorothy stabilized herself and reminded that the Downfall Days were over as they had been in such micro-panic attacks for some many decades now.

"I just wish for the world to start making sense again," Dorothy confided aloud even as her staff had largely disappeared after verdicts had been concerning had been made. "When my husband died in 1983 I made a promise to go back to college and to start working and fighting for that with a plan."

Dorothy sipped on her glass of water through a blue and red straw wondering why she came out from her office or hotel tonight.
 
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