Competition among barbecue stalls was still fierce. Heath had only just set up his tables, chairs, and other things outside when he saw that four or five nearby barbecue stalls were already open for business. Still, he felt no particular reaction. This was hardly his first encounter with this sort of thing. Back when he pushed his little cart around Viridian City, he had run into similar situations. Even when he went out to sell breakfast, plenty of others would be selling breakfast around him.
For jobs in the food industry like these, though, flavor was the only real foundation for staying in business. If the food tasted bad, business would not be very good no matter what, and Heath was fairly confident in the flavor of his barbecue.
"Charmeleon, come light the fire." Heath set up the grill. Generally, barbecue was cooked over charcoal, and very few people used coal, because coal gave off a peculiar smell as it burned, and the resulting barbecue did not taste very good either. Some people still chose coal or honeycomb briquettes to cut costs, but Heath did not need to consider that.
Actually, wood was also a very good alternative to charcoal for grilling. It was just that wood produced too much smoke and was more troublesome to grill with, so Heath had never used it. Some charcoal would do.
Once Heath had set up his stall, a few curious customers soon came over, though their attention was mainly focused on Charmeleon and Zoroark. The other barbecue stalls had servers too, but none had anyone on the level of the Betty Zoroark had transformed into.
Heath smiled. Even good wine could go unnoticed down a deep alley. In this day and age, it really was very difficult to stand out without some