Hazel laughed.“I do.”She leaned in close to Jamie.“It’s because Timmy kept overcooking them.”
Jamie chuckled.“Okay.That makes sense.I was just curious.”
“And to be honest, not as many people like them now, not like they used to.”
“What about the pork chops?”
“Hmm,” Hazel’s face scrunched up.“They’re not the most popular of the daily specials.I think something else might be better.”
“What’s the most popular?”Jamie asked just as Florence stepped up.
“The catfish,” Florence answered.“We ran out last night.”
“That’s true,” Hazel confirmed.
“Tonight’s special is country fried steak.How well does it sell?”
“It’s okay, but to be honest, Saturday nights ain’t what they used to be,” Florence said, her face looking sad.
“Here’s what I want you gals to do: write down everything that doesn’t seem to be selling all that well and let me have a look.That will save me time going over the books.Can you do that for me?”
“Sure,” Hazel nodded.“We can come up with a list pretty quick, can’t we, Flo?”
Florence nodded.“I think you need to put that shrimp and grits on the menu.That was great!”
“I’d already decided to do that.Maybe Tuesday nights?”
Florence looked at Hazel before speaking.“Tuesday nights are our slowest night, and that might bring people out.”
Hazel nodded.“Yeah, that may work.”
“Okay, you get me a list, and I’ll use it when looking at changes for the menu.”
“You got it...boss.”Florence chirped, turning on her heel to go into the diner.
“Don’t you start that crap!”Jamie all but pushed the woman through the door.
“I think I may find that number and call Mike and see if he’s planning on coming in for lunch,” Hazel said over her shoulder.She already had her purse open, digging through it.
