Menu Night at Club Whatever
Jake the Adjective has been hired to rewrite the menu at Club Whatever, where everything is currently nice. Fill in the missing adjectives and give every dish the word it deserves.
Jake's still at the corner table with the pen uncapped. Finish the menu and he'll read it back like a poem.
Your story is ready. Here is what Jake read.
Tap or hover over any red word to see what kind of word you chose.
Club Whatever booked Jake for one night, but every dish on the menu was described as nice.
"Nice soup," Jake read under the candlelight. "Nice trout. Nice cake. We can do better than nice."
He uncapped his pen. The soup became . The trout turned out , the bread was , and the house lemonade went from nice to .
"Careful with the chili," warned the bandleader. "The regulars love it."
"Then the chili is ," Jake said, "and the menu will finally admit it."
Dessert took longest. The flan needed more than sweet, so it got . pies took one word each, and the cheesecake, than the trumpet solo, earned two.
By midnight the menu read like a poem, and the kitchen felt . The owner called it the menu in town and pinned a copy by the door.
Outside, Jake looked up from one evening and stopped walking. "That sky, my sky. Ooh, my my!"
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