The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

A stone shack I found when I visited the city a year ago.

Johan grinned bitterly when he realized that it was compatible with Dwarf, a resident of the original city, and walked into the cabin with a door of height only to Johan's chest, which was not there when he came forward.

(So it's a measure to 'use' undelivered at will?)

What is in front of Johan is a steel door so thick that it doesn't seem to break even if Ouga hits him with full force.

Though there are tables and sleeping quarters, it's only a mountain hut. It doesn't look familiar to that hut.

Johann narrows his eyes to nostalgia when he visits here and learns why most people who use it tilt their necks.

(No, I didn't feel alive then)

Thinking about that, Johann, a flow merchant, puts his mind to the wonderful liquor he tasted a year ago.

The trigger was one rumor.

Dwarf, who lives in a distant city that will take months to walk away from anything, said he has developed new spirits and dots.

It's a complex flavor that draws a line between the alcohol intensity that Dwarf deserves and the alcohol that just burns his throat of alcohol, and Dwarf, of course, says it's as admirable and craving as even a liquor-loving human nobleman.

The only problem is that the liquor is always thin because Dwarves almost make it, and cannot be purchased enough for a very merchant to be formed as a business.

Therefore, the liquor is traded at a corresponding high price if one pot and one earthen bottle step out of the city of Dwarf.

Johann smelled like money to the rumor.

Rich people have no eyes for rare things.

Especially so much so that in the eastern continent it is so rarely weighed that it becomes one of the liquors consumed by the royalty of the continent's best kingdoms, such as the liquor that is said to be made by the dwarves of the western continent.

Moreover, Johann himself, if he heard that there was a specialty liquor in the city he visited, was sure to drink enough liquor.

I heard it was a new drink that barely went out yet, and I decided to visit the city of Dwarf and travel for a month without being able to stay.

Johan was finally coming all the way up to the mountain where he could see the city at the foot.

"Phew... have you finally come this far"

Seeing the stone hut standing at the foot and the smoke rising from the chimney of that hut, Johann finally realizes his destination is close.

Dwarves, generally some kind of craftsman, often make cities in the mountains where minerals can be taken.

For this reason, when humans want to visit, they often struggle in this way.

"Well, I'd like to get some rest and go... oh"

I think it's heavy labor inside to go down the mountain with a tired body on a long journey, I just looked around and realize that.

In front of Johan was a small mountain hut made of stone.

"... yeah, apparently not locked"

Johann, who hits that perhaps Dwarf made it as a resting place when he came up to the mountain, tries his hand on the handle of the door, which seems to be mounted low enough to fit Dwarf's height.

Fortunately, the key is not hung, and it doesn't seem to be a problem for me to use for a little rest.

"All right, let's try to make it work."

Connecting the loaded luggage horse he brings to the proper rock, Johann enters the cabin and looks inside the cabin.

A small cabin, with one low table to match Dwarf's height and two small sleeping beds for some reason, but well built.

"Yeah, what's going on back here?

After a glimpse, I think it leads to the back room, hands on the big door, and opens the door to peek.

And there was a chillin 'chillin' inside the cabin and a noise announcing the visitors.

"... why is this happening behind Dwarf's cabin?

Johann, who opened the door and peered inside, snapped blindly.

The room behind Dwarf's little cabin.

It was a room bigger and brighter than the mountain hut itself.

Even at dusk, in a room as bright as daylight, there were many guests... eating dinner.

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Lamia?

Looking inside the room, Johann stunned unexpectedly, realizing that there was even a race that was obviously a monster mixed with familiar humans, elves and other species.

Fortunately, they didn't even look at Johann and were eating a dish they'd never seen before.

"What the hell is this place..."

"Um, welcome. You're new here, aren't you? Welcome to Yoshok's Nekoya."

Without grasping what kind of place it is right now, my demonic daughter talks to Johan, who came out of the back and finished cooking for the other guests.

"Yoshok or Nekoya? What the hell is this place?

As he turns to the voice, he asks the Devil's daughter.

"Yes, this is it, this is a food store, in a different world than the one we live in!

And Johann, his first visitor, the daughter of the devil, told him with admiration and pride where it was.

And then a little bit.

(different world, different world...)

Watch the book of "Menus" with culinary dedication, while I still find it hard to believe what was said earlier.

This is a restaurant in a world different from the one in which Johanns lives, and only once every seven days does a door appear that is the entrance to and exit from the world of Johanns.

(I see, different worlds)

With exceptions such as croquettes and fries, the dishes written in the book of menus were lined up with dishes with unheard names.

Under the name of the dish, once it's written in Eastern Continental, it politely says what kind of dish it is, but when you look at it, you can't really tell what kind of dish it is.

(Hmm, are you also dealing with alcohol...... fire alcohol,?)

Discover the liquor item as it turns apart.

Mix with Johann's well-known liquors such as ale, honey, and wine, and find whiskey liquor.

- A liquor similar to a spirits. However, it is delicious. Because it is very thick, it is common to drink it in a cup with large ice, divided by "rock" and "split by water".

Johan decides to ask for this for a drink accompanied by such an explanation.

(And some light food too...)

With that in mind, I look at the dishes that are written next to the section where the list of liquors is arranged.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but would you mind if I placed an order?

"Yes, please place your order"

Nod one to the words of the Devil's daughter and place an order.

"This liquor called whiskey in a rock with ice. And… this, one assortment of things called canapés"

Light food that goes well with a different world of spirits called whiskey and a drink called whiskey.

Then, sweat with a cloth containing the water served together, moisten your throat with the water served for free and often wait.

"Thank you for waiting. It's an assortment of whiskey locks and canapés."

and dishes arranged on a plate, and cups of glass are placed.

"Well, this is beautiful inside..."

When I first saw the dish, that was the sentiment Johann had.

On a platter of pure white, various colors were rambling. Bright green and pale yellow, meaty peach and bright orange fish fillets with butter milk mixed with black dried grapes… arranged on a hard bread where they are roasted in wheat.

A clear glass of vitreous glass was poured next to it with clear brown liquor up to about half the size and ice floating about the size of a child's cobbler.

They looked radiant in the light of magic pouring down from the store ceiling.

(First of all, booze)

Drink the sawdust and spit, and take the vitreous cup.

Chilled with big ice. That cools the palms of the palms that got hot on the mountain climb comfortably.

(So...)

Tilt the cup gently and pour it into your mouth so as not to become a wingspan against the strong liquor.

(Ooh......! This is strong liquor)

It gets really hot so my tongue and throat can burn.

I see, this is firewine. When humans drink it all at once, they fall for it, it's a strong booze.

(And it's delicious liquor)

Just a little more pouring into my mouth, and now I try to roll it over my tongue.

Whiskey otherworldly liquor wasn't just strong.

It had a unique aroma combined with a complex flavour.

It was just a flavor that drew a line with Dwarf's firewine, which consisted of throat-burning strength.

(This... is a waste of drinking at once)

Put the cup down once with that thought.

Whatever, you can ask for the next replacement, but this is the only strong liquor. If you overlap the cup, the drunkenness will turn around and you won't be able to feel the taste.

I want to avoid that.

(So why don't you try this canape?)

After placing the liquor, Johann sees a canape arranged on a plate.

Apparently this is a dish with various ingredients arranged on top of a wheat saucepan.

Colorful utensils entertain Johan's eyes.

From which shall we eat?

After getting a little lost, I take one of them.

The utensils arranged above are bright green quelles.

That's what was stabbed by something pale yellow.

Johan picks it up with one hand and hits it.

(Well, this is, like, an egg!

Try it that way and realize who it is.

A slightly sour taste of eggs is what I feel with the curry of the fresh itself that can be crushed in my mouth with sneezing.

Apparently this is finely chopped eggs and soothed with sauce.

(This egg, this is delicious. It also fits the queue)

The taste of the eggs laid under this canape curry was excellent.

Pale acidity and the rich taste of the eggs, the soft flavours they mix together.

Perhaps even this is delicious enough, which makes it even more wonderful when combined with bread with a sweet curry with a strong wheat flavour.

(sparingly, too small)

Yes, the sadness, which was originally the same for tasting alcohol, or the dish called canape, was small.

In just two bites, the wonderful egg canape disappeared into the stomach.

(But on the contrary, do you mean you can taste a lot of things?)

The indulgent Johann, who can't say enough about the taste of eggs, turns his attention to other canapes.

There are only two things in the lined canapés that taste the same. Naturally, the rest of the canapés with completely different ingredients on them will all have different flavors.

I don't know how delicious that is, but I'm not worried that the first one was delicious.

Rather, Johann reaches out one hand after another with his expectations.

The next thing I reached out to was one with an orange fish fillet on it.

(This doesn't look like the fire is coming through... are you okay?)

I try to lift it up and see that the fish doesn't have a fire through it and I feel a little anxious, but I reconsider.

This shop is at least a place of conscience. It doesn't look like it's going to rot or serve something that obviously doesn't taste good.

Think so, now carry the fish canape to your mouth.

(yeah...... still)

The taste was as good as expected.

Its fish, well ridden with fat, softens and relaxes in its mouth, with salt and fat entertaining its mouth.

The fish had a slight mix of woody incense. Apparently this was smoked fish.

(So if you smoke it, you can eat it without passing the fire?)

Because this fish has enough water, it never seems to be sunny, but it was still successful in making it more delicious.

Further underneath the fish lay white, sour and soft cheese, which was excellent when mixed with the taste of fish fillets again.

(Next time you smoke this... well, are you smoking the cheese below as well!

The moment I glimpse the meat, I notice its flavor.

Unlike the two previous ones, there were signs of being put through the fire, and the flavors of meat and cheese overflowed when chewed from the still warm, heated canapés.

The delicious gravy and fat from the often fat smoked meat intertwine with the flavor of cheese, creating a feeling of meat satisfaction that has never been found in the two before.

Further drifting from these two is the faint woody scent. It is very normal to smoke meat, but it is unusual to smoke it up to cheese and serve it inside.

But it fits well. Smoked meat and smoked cheese were compatible, enhancing each other's taste and aroma.

(... Now, back to booze)

When he was healing his hunger with canapés, the time eventually came for the dishes to be emptied.

Johan reaches for the liquor again, eating canapés with salty butter filled with a mixture of sweet dried grapes.

My stomach is full. After that, I drank a glass to enjoy the drink...

"Hmm!? It tastes different than it did earlier!?

I'm surprised at the different flavors I had earlier.

The liquor was even softer and easier to drink than earlier.

The whiskey I burned my throat earlier, but now when I do, it goes through my throat.

"Right! The ice melted!

Think a little and realize why.

The melting of ice weakened the whiskey slightly more alcohol than earlier.

That's what makes this difference.

"But I didn't expect this to change the taste with just a little water... that's a lot of interesting booze"

Look at the glass of vitreous with no more liquor left, and see a liquor that changes the taste considerably just by adding water.

"Sorry! Can I get another glass of this whiskey, no, another bottle! Bring me some water too! And another plate of canapés!

If this is all delicious wine, it's a loss if you taste it all.

Fortunately, beyond the door is a mountain hut with a place to sleep. Even if we reveal it overnight, it won't be a problem.

That's right. Johann puts in an extra order.

Johan is a liquor lover.

Therefore, there was no option from the beginning not to enjoy this wonderful drink.

The liquor turns and knocks the door in a slightly suspicious foothold.

(Oh, that was delicious. Too bad I only got one bottle of booze though)

Johan offered after enjoying enough booze and that canape.

He wants to buy some liquor here.

But to the words the shopkeeper shook his head beside him, and thus answered.

"Excuse me, but please sell up to one bottle of alcohol per person. We're not a restaurant, we're not a liquor store, we're not an inquirer."

Anything you ask. That's what my predecessor decided a long time ago.

Admittedly enough to make it a 'souvenir' of a customer who can't come here if it's about a bottle of booze, but I won't sell it any more.

Everything seems to be settled because of a good number of merchants who ordered large quantities of liquor and seasonings from this store as' purchases'.

(Well, I can't help it)

Johann, whose liquor had not faded to the circle of blood on his head even as he turned, was convinced of the word and pulled back.

In Johann's view, this liquor would cost ten times the price he 'bought' if he didn't sell it to the wrong person.

If you can, you can have it. The only thing I want to buy and sell is for anyone who is a merchant to think about.

But then Johann also figured out the logic that it's not funny as this "delicious cook."

(Now, take this, or buy Dwarf's sake...)

With that in mind, when he went outside, Johann remembers that his drunkenness cooled all at once.

"What are you doing?"

"You booze thief! I guess I'm ready!?

By being totally in battle and finally being turned on a giant axe by two angry dwarves.

I thought I was going to die for real that day.

(In the end, you gave up the liquor you brought back and managed to get forgiveness)

Or else he might not have lived in the world by now, Johann thinks.

Then, while waiting for seven days, he mixed with Dwarves in the city of Fujiwarf to buy new spirits (this was delicious), then took them with Dwarves and hobbled in a different world cafeteria, and bought booze after drinking a lot again.

With only one bottle, the liquor served greatly as a gift to the liquor-loving aristocrats of the town where they stopped, and Johan's hand in business spread only slightly.

I'm here today because I've been asked to get it again.

Regardless, I'm not going to make the last mistake with Johann.

Johan stays in the cabin for a while. And.

"Whoa! What!? Here we go again!

"Long time no see! You want more booze!

to the two lords of this cabin who come in with a loud voice.

"Yeah. May I join you again?

Johann, a friend from the last time he came, asked with a smile.