After drug run Donnie just did he was hunrgy and decieded to grap something. Walking down the street in Detroit he noticed small but nice Dining longue. He enters in and looks for a free table, he saw one in corner of room and sits for it. Donnie took menu but he couldnt deciede what to take, so he decieded to ask waitress.

Good day miss. Could you suggest me anything, i cant deciede.

Waitress smiled and said: My suggestion is North Pacific Shrimp Scampi and bottle of our best wine.

Donnie looked at her, he lights up cigar and says

Ok bring me that please.

Then he leans back and looks around for a familiar face.

It was not yet 12 and Sprozz wasn't sure if the place was open, but as far as Mobsters went, places were never really 'open' or 'closed' as they were to the public, if you were a made guy and you knew people, you could always get into places that belonged to friends. As Sprozz made his way inside, rubbing his hands together to warm them up before shrugging off his overcoat, he looked around to notice the place was almost completely empty other than 2 members of staff - one cleaning the bar and the other taking chairs off tables and setting them out before the day ahead.

Both looked over when the audible opening and closing announced Sprozz's arrivals, but neither said anything. Normally, they'd announce that the place wasn't open yet, but they'd been in the job for a while and knew who were known entities so they just averted their gazes and went back to their work.

"Hey boys, Toby around?"

"Uh, I'm not sure if he's in yet, want me to check the back, sir?"

"Sure, that'd be fine son, tell him "a friend of ours" is here to see him and you..." Sprozz motioned to the other guy with the arm his coat was draped over. 'can you fix me a cup of coffee?'

Sprozz had no real purpose of talking with Toby, but he sure hoped the guy wasn't busy. He had another 3 hours before he hopped the train back to Chicago and the night had been a waste. Sprozz had meant to meet a guy working at the model T factory about fencing some parts on the sly; not only had the guy not shown, Sprozz later learnt some of Henry Ford's goons had boken the poor fucker's legs. Sprozz sighed to himself at the headache. He wasn't worried, of course, even Ford wasn't stupid enough to directly mess with the mob, but with him putting frightners on the regular blue collar workers, Sprozz'd be hard pressed to find someone willing to smuggle out the valuble parts he wanted. Monet was gonna be pissed.

Tony walks into the joint cold and hungry. He looks for a free table and as soon as he spots one he quickly moves to it. He takes a seat and calls for a waiter. He orders a porter house steak with fries and a bottle of red wine. Then he leans back in his chair and pulls out a cigar and lights it and then stands and removes his over coat and neatly places it in the chair on his right side. He looks at his watch and hopes that the sevice is quick as he is ready to eat immediately.

Walks inside the expensive restaurant where the chandelier hang about making it more plush and elegant. The waiters are busy taking care of the needs of the customers. Czach look into his watch and looks around the room. It seems its a little early for any socialization to take place.

Guess I will have to relax and enjoy the place before I do any business . He motions for the waiter to send him one of their finest wine.

Are you expecting some company sir? The waiter ask before he motions Czach in a corner fit for two

No, but who knows what teh day will bring us.

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Daisy wanders in after a hard day at work. Looking around at the beautiful restaurant she notices Czach.

pulling up a chair she asks, "May I sit with you?"

Looking at the menu she nods at the waiter "Whiskey for me please and a top up for Czach, thanks

"Sorry I am late. It's been a busy day. How are you?"

Methos orders the steamed lobster and beer

*FrankCastle  enters the dinner, *and looks for a seat*

*frankCastle seen a  nice table and he goes for it and takes off his coat and hat and takes a seat  and waiting for a waitress.

"hey miss i like a porter house steat and a cheifs salad peease

John walks into the bar and grill*

John see s booth in the conner and he heads right for it*

John takes a seet and decides he wants the grilled lobster and a glass of  red wine.

After a nice meal down the street, Sneaker heads back into the street and immediately comes across another restaurant. She will try this place next time she is in town. It looks like this place actually serves alcohol. Without connections, it is becoming harder and harder to get a drink.

Can I have my lobster steamed instead of grilled? I find that it makes the meat a bit too tough. Also, I'll take a nice tumbler of your vodka, with some ice on the side.

Relaxes back and puts his feet up on the table.

agirl walks into the wonderful establishment, looking around at the large crowd. She slowly made her way up to the bar, afraid that she wouldn't be able to find a seat as it was so packed. She scanned the bar and found a spot between a couple groups of people. She rushed over, squeezing in between them and flashing the bartender a wide smile. She pulled a couple of bills from her purse and held them up.

How about a couple of rum and cokes for a lady, fella?

She smiled as he took her money and placed the glasses on the top of the bar. As he filled them, he glanced at her and she nodded her head, indicating he fill them just a little more with alcohol, of which he gladly obliged. When he placed the glasses in front of her, she pulled another bill from her purse, slipped it in his hand and smiled. Then she grabbed her drinks and carried them off with her, still scanning the crowd.

Followed by a date with whom he was cheating on his wife, Vedrone entered the establishment and looked around for a second, trying to find a good table. Upon setting his eyes on one, he, like a perfect gentleman he was, sat his date first, and then he sat himself. When the waiter arrived, he closed the menu having not decided on his meal.

Listen, just bring some good food, alright? And the best wine you have.

After a hard day on the tough streets IrishMike decides its time to go for some food before he heads home, He has decided that he should try Toby's diner

Mike enters tony's diner and spots a seat in the corner away from the noise,

Mike picks up the menu and decides what he wants to eat, After seeing that they dont serve bacon burgers he decides to call Toby over

Mercury is in Detroit and hungry. She looks at the menu and orders

I'll have the steamed Lobster and a bottle of wine. Please pick one that compliments it for me.

Mercury looks at her schedule while she waits for her order and makes a few changes.

While still trying to familirize the surroundings of Detroit czf123 noticed the diner. When he enters the diner he took a spot. He looks around this place must be pretty good. A waitress passed him the menu. Browsing through the menu he remembers how mamma use to make the best spaghetti.

"May I have the Ragulie's Spaghetti and I can use a pint of beer as well. Grazi".

Took a mere 15 mins the food came. czf123 tried the spaghetti.

"This is actually really good.".

Calls Toby over to compliment his diner.

And so czf123 found his favorite place to eat in Detroit.

* Franco walks into the nice dinner and looks for a seat*

* He finds on in the back of the restaurant and heads for it*.

* he takes his seat and picks up the menu and starts to read it*.

Franco waits for the waitress to come and  take his order*

* the waitress asks Franco what he would like to have.

* Franco looks up a her and says., " i like to have

a porter house steak  and baked patoto and a clss of red wine please.

Johnny steps into the establishment and takes a deep breath. Taking off his jacket he sits down at the nearest table and calls for the waiter.

"I'll have Ragulie's Spaggetti please waiter. And a hot whisky. Make it sharpish I'm freezing my balls off here!"

Johnny gives the waiter a wry smile as he scurries off to get the drink. He lights his cigar awaiting his eats.

Toby walks into his old Grandfather's bar and takes a look around. Spotting Johnny sitting at a table Toby walks over and takes a seat with him.

How you doing Johnny? I'm glad you found this place, this place has been in my family for generations.

Toby waves over a server and orders his food and drinks. Toby pulls out a cigar and lights it.

So how is everything going Johnny?

Johnny lifts his head from his hands acknowledging his Boss' presence

"Hey Boss, it is indeed nice digs you got here. I'm doing alright, bit wiped today. Had to deal with a couple of new bookies who don't understand the rules. Owed me a couple of points and refused to pay. Hired a couple of goombas from the burbs to show 'em how we do things. They went a bit far and now I have a couple of stiff's on my hands and a pair of idiot wise guys who have to get rid of 'em. Sometimes the bussines drains ya!"

Johnny takes a swig of his whisky and digs into his spaghetti

"This'll hit the spot!"