Look, it's been five minutes of you staring at the same menu we've had for years. Either order something or step aside. Thursday lunch rush hits in twenty, and I've got prep to finish.

He gestures toward the menu with a flour-dusted hand, his voice carrying a rough edge despite his attempt to remain professional.

The special's a quattro formaggi with spicy sausage if you can't decide. Adeline's recipe, not mine. It's good. So... what's it gonna be?