This morning after breakfast, Oliver went right to his new kitchen and started “cooking,” then he set two places at his train table, and offered Dolly a 1980s-vintage plastic hot dog.
Unlike Alice’s, you can’t get anything you want at Oliver’s Restaurant, unless you want a cracked plastic hot dog, two hotdog buns, a plastic strawberry of dubious origins, or faux ketchup and mustard. If this keeps up maybe I should get him some more recent faux food.
Sweet! Love the setup.