He logged the grill. Pork made excuses. He approved beef.
Buy $BEEF soon
At midday John walks the shore with one phone, one blazer and zero patience for bad orders. He photographs grills, confirms cuts and files chicken paperwork. Pork is moved away and watched. The tone is concise, exact and mildly fed up — he’s answered the same menu question all afternoon.
Rules on a napkin: show the cut, state the purpose, keep pork downwind. John checks claims himself, usually before the breeze changes.
Keep lunch honest. Keep pork elsewhere.