Wakey, wakey, eggs and bac-y. [OPEN]

[vegas_csi]

That darned broom closet had been acting up again, snatching Grissom away from work and tossing him into various parts of the Nexus. This time he ran into a Catherine Willows who was in search of a good place to go for a meal and really, is there anywhere better in the Multiverse to eat than at Hollister's

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[the_csi_willows]

Catherine followed Grissom, she looked around the bar questioning.

"Great. So how did you find this place?"

[vegas_csi]

"I find it very well, how do you find it?"

Grissom, you are a dork who likes to misinterpret what people say. Hush, sit down and have some decaf.

[the_csi_willows]

Catherine sat down, and looked confused.

"It's...homey."

[vegas_csi]

"It's the lack of Nazis."

Yes, that sentence made sense to Gil. A few weeks ago the place was overrun by Alternate Universe Nazis. It happens.

Menus arrive! Along with traditional pub-ish food options.