[Cal'Ziz, Toolin's Tavern]
An old Dwarven bartender glances at you as you enter the tavern. Apparently deciding you pose no threat to his patrons, he returns to his chores. The sturdy, old oak bar has seen better days. Men intent on drinking the weariness from their bones occupy a few stools. An old man sits alone at a table meant for two, eating a bowl of steaming meats with a gravy soaked chunk of bread. In a dark corner, men sit around a larger table enjoying an intense game of chance. Cheering, jeering, laughter and an occasional raised voice can be heard coming from a backroom.
You also see: a large two-sided menuboard, a door behind the bar, and a sturdy bar with a few notches cut into it.
You are inside.
Obvious exits: north, east, up, and out.

Toolin's Tavern

Side 1: Drinks
Side 2: Food

You look up at the first side of the menuboard and read:

Drinks:

You look up at the second side of the menuboard and read:

Food: