Rolling her eyes at the latest tease, she began to let it slide as she noticed the waitress now arriving at their table. Picking up a drinks menu, she gave a quick wink to Charlie as she began to scan that too. The waitress asked for their order, her presence beaming with good customer service, eager to please them both.

"Can I get Garlic Bread With Melted Cheese as a starter and then in about half an hour can I get the Ribeye steak 10oz" she asked, a smile on her lips as her eyes scanned the drinks menu a little further. "Also, a glass of your finest wine for me."  she avoided his eye contact while ordering drinks on purpose, a small smirk at the corner of her lips.

Moving onto better subjects, she grinned at his embarrassment at her strip club. "'I'll have you know my club is the fanciest of all strip clubs. Not coming to visit would be kind of an insult. You wouldn't want to insult me, would you Lee?" she teased, putting down both menus as she winked at him again, her tone full of a sarcastic tone.

"That's what all Strip Club owners say, Trix, I know I am wealthy and money makes our world operate the way it does, but this Strip Club scene is simply not me. Of course, I would not want to insult you, my friend and employer!"

Charlie had a faux look of hurt on his face, but one would be able to see the amusement that shone underneath, he was enjoying this banter of back and forth, almost like he lived for it. He leaned forward, making sure that this was a whisper that only they could hear.

"But for a close friend, I guess I can find a way to visit Seattle and attend the Strip Club, but drinks are the only thing that I will be indulging."

Charlie moved back, his eyes no longer on Trixxy, but the menu that was laid on the table neatly, right next to a glass of water and a small candle. His eyes had instead found those of the waitress, who seemed to blush at the attention that Charlie gave her, to which Charlie through a quick smirk back to Trixxy, before his attention was fully on the shy woman in front of him.

"Yes, I would like to start with Toasted Breads and Beef Dripping Butter, in about a half hour, I will have the Fillet Steak 8oz. For a drink, I shall just have an Iced Tea, Peach if at all possible..."

Charlie looked over to Trixxy, making sure that she was occupied before he motioned for the waitress to come closer as he whispered in her ear, something that was obviously seduction on the part of Charlie, but he knew how to turn on his charm in certain moments.

"Make sure to water down that Wine, I would really...appreciate it."

Charlie made sure to cap this all off with a wink as all the waitress could do was stutter and her face was becoming as red as a tomato, he knew that she was captivated, but hey, they were the ones that acted like they needed to mate every second...

And he was not going to be driving home a Drunk Trixxy, because the last was just - Charlie shivered as he remembered those tortured moments.

Victoria was looking for a place to eat on her trip to Detroit and quickly found her way to Detroit's Finest Steakhouse, and fine it indeed was. The heavenly smells of the food cooking hit her as soon as she stepped inside and she quickly looked around the building and noticed how incredible it was. 

She walked over and picked her number, even then deciding on what she should order. Sitting down in the chair, she made herself comfortable and made up her mind, and tapped lightly on the armrest on the chair while patiently waiting for the waiter to arrive.  She placed her handbag on the floor just on the side of her feet and leaned back in the chair.

Kamille was happy with her stay in Detroit and wanted to visit their best restaurant in town, since she was recommended to the Detroits Finest Steakhouse she wanted to see if it had the finest steak. Her first step in the restaurant caught her by surprise on how good the smell was, and well designed inside. ​​​​​​​

Grosso had arrived earlier that morning in Detroit. He had been busy all day with jobs and it was time for him te relax. He was also starting to get hungry when he remembered a family member back home recommending Detroit's Finest Steak house. He walked through the streets and asked a pedestrian for directions. The man was startled and a little scared but answered none the less. He told Grosso where to go to and Grosso started walking. 

After a short walk Grosso found the restaurant and went inside. Here he was greeted politely and he took place at a table. He took a look around enjoyed the feeling the smell and interior gave him.

Arriving into Detroit late last night from his home city Philly, Viscorio likes to travel around and visit the local venues walking the streets of Detroit Viscorio walked past his good friend establishment "Detroit's Finest Steakhouse."

 Entering the fine establishment Viscorio was met with the smell of steak, reaching for a number and looks for a seat near a window as he likes to glare out thinking about his day, today hasn't been a good day for Viscorio he needed time to reflect finding a seat with a lovely view of the streets Viscorio takes off his jacket and wraps it around the back of the chair. A few moments pass and the waiter comes by with a nice smile and very welcoming "Hello sir what can I get for you, would you like to start off with a drink?"

Hearing those words snatched Viscorio out of his daze "Hi just a T-Bone Steak 20oz and a whiskey neat please." 

 In det, what else, but, steak for my stomach! I had been here before, and it was good, so whynot come again. I followed the waitress to my table, it was dark out, so the house lights were on, not too bright, either, semi busy night. With good service though, it would be fine all the same. As I sat at the table, I took the menu from the waitress, and looked over the menu again..I ordered red wine while I was waiting to really figure it out. I had heard it was the Owner's birthday, so I figured he might not be here.

Arturo was looking for a bite to eat, and decided to take the liberty of dining at Detroit's Finest. He didn't plan to be in town for long, but wanted to indulge nonetheless. He was politely greeted at the door, despite not having any sort of reservation. 

As he approached his table, he took off his coat and hat, leaving them resting on the rack closest to his table. Arturo slid into the seat, and unbuttoned his suit jacket. He grabbed the menu that rested on top of the table in front of him, and opened it to familiarize himself with their menu options. He checked his watch before motioning over a waiter who had been cautiously waiting in the periphery for patrons to take orders from.

"Good evening, I'd like to have one order of the Mediterranean Olives and one 8 oz. Filet, please." The waiter nodded, "Anything to drink with that, sir?"

"Glass of water, please." The waiter nodded again and reached to take the menu from Arturo. Arturo handed it to the pleasant man, and politely said "Thanks." for good measure.

Arturo rubbed his eyes briefly while he waited for his food. It had been a long day. He moved his head around to stretch his neck, and finally decided to casually look around the establishment before his appetizer showed up.

Having just touched back down in his home city of Detroit, Justice decided to grab a bite to eat and settle his hunger. He'd heard good things about Randoms steak house, and had been meaning to try it out for a while now. As usual, life had got in the way up until now. It was rare to have a free minute, so Justice was going to make the most of it. 

The aroma hit him as soon as he walked in the door. Instantly his mouth salivated, and he became lost the hunger. Grabbing a number and sitting down, he patiently waited for the staff to come and take his order. Looking around the room, he noticed that it was bustling, conversations and music merging into one. It was a relaxing place with a certain buzz about it. 

After a few minutes Grosso was greeted by a waitress. The waitress was a young woman with clothes that accentuate the female body. She placed the menu on his table and asked if he wanted something to drink. He ordered a whiskey, his favorite after a long day. The waitress noted his order and told him she would be back in a few minutes to take his food order. 

A few minutes later the waitress came back with his drink and asked him if he was ready to order. Grosso responded: "For starter I would like Garlic Bread With Melted Cheese. And as my main course I would like the Sirloin Steak." The waitress noted this down, thanked him and took his order to the kitchen. grosso took his whiskey and took in the nice smokey aroma. He then took a small sip and kept the whiskey on his tong tasting the whiskey. He swallowed the whiskey, enjoyed the burning feeling is in his throat. 

Random walks into his thriving steak hoise to see customers everywhere. He then proceeds to hand out a little bonus to all the staff for doing such a great job!

before leaving he puts up a poster on the window

NOW RECRUITING

Front of house Apply within

Steak again, well whynot...walking in the door, I am seated rather quickly to look over the menu. I order that bred with cheese this time for my appetizer, something different this time, and it sounded good. a sitloin too,(medium well, no still mooing for me, eww) cause I hate those bones.. I want all meat for my dining experience. A nice baked potato, did they have those I didn't see it on the menu. and steak sauce of course... now the drink... wine of course, right...I didnt care what kind this time, red, rose or white, eh , I would still suck it down, right? Well, look at that, I knew exactly what I desired tonight.  Did I sound bossy tonight, I had hoped not, i don't like treating service staff like that.. they get paid kinda chincy to service idiot people.

The Red Bar hadn’t seemed like the sort of place to do any food really other than a few bar snacks and with the glow of the vodka starting to illuminate his cheeks Artie figured a little something to line his stomach.  

Artie checked back at his diary and found he couldn’t recall eating anywhere in Detroit so this was going to be an all new experience for him.  He wandered about the streets for a while; looking in the window of the Frybread  Express and the Blackhawk Restaurant.  Both looked great for what they offered but what he needed was something a little more hearty and substantial.  The steak house was calling, the primeval urge to eat large amounts of red meat was roused by the several vodkas now coursing through his system.

He walked in and followed the instructions to sit down.  He found himself at a nicely apportioned booth and took his coat off. 

Picking up the menu, he glanced past the starters.  They sounded nice but he figured they might get in the way of packing in the protein.  Or would they be just the thing to stave off the hunger a little so he could appreciate the steak?  No.  Straight to steak was the way forward.

Next dilemma though…quantity or quality?  Artie rested his head in his hands and stared at the menu giving way too much thought into what he wanted.  Without the vodka it was a simpleish decision.  Fillet all the time but throwing in a wagyu curveball was sneaky.  With the vodka though he was Mr Indecisive.  Rump and T-Bone were more meat…but…a fillet or wagyu?  Not the wagyu.  He had too many vodkas to fully appreciate it.  What about the ribeye though?  It could be best of both worlds? Uggh…ok…fillet.

No wait, ribeye.  Definitely ribeye.

The waitress came over and asked whether he was ready…as ready as I’ll ever be he thought.

No starter.  Wait, no…the garlic bread. And can I have the ribeye medium rare please.  Ummm…could I just have a glass of water to go with that for just now please.

Artie put the menu down and leaned back while the waitress walked away.

Rameses found himself passing Detroits Finest Steak House, after concluding some business meetings in the motor city. Feeling a little peckish, steak sounded perfect to the cure his hunger. He had heard from friends in the city of this steak house, they had only mentioned good things about the place, so he was excited to try Detroit's finest steak. 

Pulling his car into the parking lot just outside the restaurant. He slowly walked into the place, noticing the place was almost full. Patiently waiting for the waiter to come an seat him, a few moments later, a well dressed waiter directed him to a table by the corner of the restaurant, it was the perfect place for a dinner for one. 

The waiter passed over the menu, glancing over, he skipped the starters, and headed straight for the mains. The menu was extensive, with plenty of mouthwatering options. A few moments later he had decided what he wanted for dinner, so he flagged down the waiter who had just finished serving up another customer. 

"I'll have a 10oz Ribeye steak medium, please, with a glass of red please" 

Picking up a nearby newspaper as he patiently waited for his dinner to arrive.

Stepping through the front door, he knew that the cabby had been absolutely correct in his recommendation for the best Steakhouse in Detroit.  Having just arrived in town on business and having a few hours to kill before his meeting that evening, he figured the cabby would be the best one to provide recommendations and so far so good.

Approaching the maitre d, she responded to his request for a quiet table of one with a smile and "Absolutely sir, follow me".  Being escorted to a small table with a clear view of the dining room, he removed his coat and took a seat.  A few minutes later, a waitress approached with a small basket of bread and a glass of water.  Pleasantries aside, she expertly explained the specials of the night after handing over a simple menu.  Ordering a glass of house Cabernet, she disappeared as efficiently as she had appeared and he began to review the menu.

Minutes later, she arrived with a glass and a craft of red wine which she expertly poured and stood by while he tasted.  Nodding with his approval, she took his order and off she went to place his order and check on other patrons.  Casinova scanned the room as he had been accustomed to doing.  Priority #1 was to sit where you could get your best view of the room.  Priority #2 was to identify all available escape routes.  Priority #3 was to casually look for the "dangers".  Dangers could be in many forms.  Tonight, he completed his checklist and allowed himself to relax feeling that he was safe in this high end restaurant.

Seeing the waitress walk around the corner, she politely smiled as she set down the plate in front of him.  Ordering another glass of wine, Casinova's mouth began to water as he looked at the perfectly cooked meal.  Filet Mignon has ya beautiful sear and was no doubt exactly medium rare as ordered, grilled asparagus topped with shavings of parmesan cheese on the side, and roasted fingerling potatoes that appeared to be seasoned with rosemary, garlic, and sea salt.  The first cut of the steak verified the steak was cooked perfectly and the peppercorn seasoning used in the searing process perfectly complimented the juicy and tender steak.

Finishing his meal, he set his napkin on the table and knew that from this point forward, this would be one of his favorite restaurants in all of his travels.  Not even considering dessert, he wanted to continue savoring the perfectly cooked meal for the rest of the evening.  Paying the waitress and leaving a healthy tip, he put his coat back on and walked out the front door completely content and relaxed.

Hailing a cab, he set off for a meeting and already thinking of when he would return for another meal.

Samuru enters the steakhouse accompanied by a pretty young lady he had met out dancing the previous night, they take a number and get seated and are told a waiter will be by shortly to take their order. After a few minutes of flirting with his new lady friend a waiter interrupts and asks what they would like.

"2 Fillet steaks medium rare please, no fries just salad, thanks."

The waiter hurries off to the kitchen and within no time at all the most amazing steak Samuru has ever seen and had the satisfaction of tasting was presented to the couple, devouring their meal and not sitting for dessert Samuru and his companion make a swift exit out for an afternoon of cocktails and whatever the night brings.

Richie makes his way down the street enjoying the sights around. His eyes peering to the various little happenings going on. Richie checks his watch tho not realizing how long he has been wondering around. Looking over to an interesting looking establishment across the street as he puts his watch away.

”Fuck it I could use a steak..”

Richie makes his way across the street flipping off some cabbie who yells at him, the only thing on his mind enjoying a nice meal. He fixed himself up a bit before making his way thru the doors. Pleased to see others in the place enjoying themselves always a good sign he thought. Reading the instructions he takes a number and a seat at a table. Mentioning to the hostess he’d like a drink imediaty. He removes his cigarette case removing one. Having a sip of his drink before he lights it still pondering what he’s going to order.

Dona was astounded by the smell of mouthwatering steak, she could not believe she had not been to Detroit's Finest Steak House yet. The place had looked wonderful and was owned by Godfather Random himself. Of course it was such a well establishment. Dona proceeded to be seated and look at the menu.

She was starving and would start with the Bred Board Platter and main with the Ribeye Steak 10oz. She placed her order and asked for the finest bottle of wine they had to offer.Since she was dining well might as well drink well. She was hoping to see Godfather Random while she waited for her food, for the opportunity to introduce herself. 

I had been here a few times of course, but now, I was really in this  Random guy's family. Hmm family discount, maybe there was one...laughing a little , the wait staff probably would not know who I was from Eve, or would they....should I test them? That sure would be fun wouldn't it?  Really, I would want them to treat every client with dignity and respect. It keeps business flowing, at least from the coppers stand point, right?  It was a good night for a steak dinner anyways. I could feel the excitement building already as I opened the door, on the inside of course, In couldn't let that seep outside and let people catch on before they were supposed to..muahahahah.....

Lucia arrived in Detroit for the very first time. She came here with Frank-Cali, and they stayed at the very best hotel as he is one that always spends a ton of money to make her happy. She woke up quite early today as they planned to explore the city and wanted to go eat out for lunch. It does not take too long to get ready.

Frankie was telling her that he needed to go somewhere and take care of business. She just nodded as she preferred to explore the city some more by walking. They agreed to meet at a steakhouse and so Lucia is waiting in front of it for him while humming a song. The menu and the prices look ok and she has never been in a proper steakhouse before but it looks good.