Stainless Steel Trap

"Here's the griddle we have for the grilled cheese," Mr. Snodgrass said revealing the gas powered Southbend appliance that was about four times bigger than the electric Presto model we used in my dorm.

Yuri, DP & I looked over the fridges, ovens, a salamander grill, a three-compartment sink & the stainless steel that covered the white tile kitchen.  It was very compact for how much equipment was in there.

The three of us had already decided we were going to take them up on their offer to moonlight in the kitchen.  "Tell 'em we're still thinking about it," DP said the night before.  "We'll see what else they'll throw in for free.  Make it look like a negotiation.  We have the upper hand, here."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked him.  "We either set-up in their kitchen or that's the end of Mad Munch.  We can't keep doing it in my room."

"Yeah, but maybe they'll pay for our supplies.  Don't forget we're doing them a service here, & it's our idea," DP said.  

Lincoln College was a private school, so who knew how much money they might throw at us.  The equipment sparkled & reeked of a "spare-no-expense" investment.  Yuri's eyes were taken at the sight of the salamander grill.  

"We should do burgers," he said.  "It'll be easy to grill 'em up on that thing."

"And, there's a hot dog steamer over here.  Those'd be real easy to do," Mr. Snodgrass said.  "So, what do ya guys think?  Ya ready to start selling food out of here?"

"I like the looks of this place, but we gotta talk about it.  We'll let you know soon," DP told him & shook his hand.  "Thanks for the tour."