Open Tuesdays: 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
Run by Aibrecht Garland, in the Stromgarde tavern in new Stromgarde.
Aibrecht took a few moments to admire it, that ancient and rundown little shack on a hidden corner of Stromgarde city. The wood was nearly rotted, the furniture was broken. It was one of the last vestiges of a time when the city was barren and empty, a scar from the occupation no one had found time to clean up yet.
He had obtained it for almost nothing, and though to anyone else it might have been seen as a waste of time and space and energy; to Aibrecht, it was an opportunity. So he began to work on it, slowly at first, but quicker as he went.
Mostly he worked alone, but every so often he had help. On the third day Resa stopped by to see him. She and he replaced two whole rotted out walls with brand new lumber collected from the Western Highlands. Aibrecht and his daughter shared whiskey as they sat on the fence across the street admiring their handiwork as the sunset illuminated it. They clinked their glasses together, then Resa left to live her life with a hug and an “I love you dad.”
Aibrecht spent more time working alone, not one to beg for help, he carved a whole new mantle for the fireplace with tools from his own shed. The next day his other daughter Sarsi and her fiancee showed up. The three of them worked on the roofing and the windows, and Sarsi with her talents for molding the earth brought rich soil to the side of his project, and Aibrecht buried the first seed for the garden he always wanted to make.
When they were done that day, Aibrecht and his daughter and Aevyra conversed at extensive length. The girls plans for their future and relationship, children or not, where they wanted to live and that neither one wanted to change their name. He listened and he smiled genuinely the happiest he had been to see his daughter and her future wife so excited to share their life together.
Then Sarsi and Aevyra departed with a hug. Sarsi got her father’s kiss on her forehead. And Aevyra got just as tight an embrace and also got called daughter. Then they went to live their life together.
Ali arrived a few days later, the son Aibrecht always wanted, even if he did think at first that Ali was his daughter. Ali and Aibrecht brainstormed the new menu, and how to spice up the dinners. He shot down some of his dad’s ideas and told him how out of place they were, Aibrecht only laughed and was so thankful for his son’s insight and expertise.
Ali talked about his transition, and the love Aibrecht showed to support it. Aibrecht talked about how proud he was of the elder Ogden child. A son that had grown to be far greater a man than he ever could be.
And when Aibrecht hugged Ali, he whispered how proud of him he was. And named many of the food to order after him.
Aibrecht dug out and fenced in a stable behind the building, a place inspired by Resa’s wolf companion but welcome to all animal companions to relax and play.
In the garden that had now begun to bloom, Aibrecht affixed a stone monument to a woman still very important to him. Though their romance never endured, their appreciation and respect did. And their connection through their children still lasted far beyond them.
And then Aibrecht carved the sign, he stained it and preserved it and engraved the lettering of its new name. He included depictions of elemental circles on rolling highland plains. The words engraved upon it were simple too.
He covered it it with a blanket, and brought his children back to see it.
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Resa with her her dire wolf, Sarsi and her fiancee hand in hand, and Ali with that look of pride in his father written all over his smile.
Aibrecht uncovered the sign for his family. And Sarsi’s smile grew at the name.
“Jenna’s Grillhouse and Brews”
He had used her middle name. She wiped away a tear and nodded approvingly. As did the others. An old ruined building, turned into something beautiful.
“This is your dream, father. I’m proud of you.” Sarsi said finally.
“I couldn’t have done it without any of you.” Aibrecht said as he stood with his children and looked at the tavern he had built.
“You did good.” Came the voice Aibrecht recognized as Elizabeth. The others heard it too, Aibrecht felt the ghostly hand on his shoulder. But when Sarsi turned to the sound of the voice, no one was there.
“I thought I heard mother.” She said.
“I think mother is close by.” Resa replied.
The Ogden Children went inside, the grillhouse’s first customers, and Aibrecht stopped in the garden and he saw her.
“Liz?” He asked.
The spectral Visage of Elizabeth Ogden turned to face him.
“You provided me an anchor with this monument, so I had to come to see it.” Elizabeth said. “You’re a good man, Aibrecht Garland. You were always good for our children, and a good friend to me.”
Aibrecht shrugged. “I tried my best, all I can do.”
“It’s all anyone can do, watch after them.” Elizabeth glanced inside at her children. “I survive in each of them.”
“I always will. You know that.” Aibrecht promised.
Elizabeth smiled, and with the wind, she was gone.
Menu
Breakfast
Biscuits and Gravy
Pancake Stack
Sausage Biscuit Sandwich
Bacon and Egg breakfast Muffin
French Toast Bites
Lunch
Double Venison Cheeseburger
Potato Salad
Sloppy Joe (open or closed face)
Pasta Salad
Soup of the Day (ask for changes)
Corn Dogs
Falder’s Cheesesteak Sandwich
Slow Cooked Raptor Flank (shredded or specific cut)
Imported Kodo loaf
Arathi Salmon