Chuck turned up at the Churro Delight to find a small queue.  First in line was Kruppe; pool hustler extraordinaire from Philly.  Kruppe could hustle pool like Chuck could sneak a win at the basketball.

“The round mound of rebound himself. Great to see you my friend. Everything smells delicious. What do you recommend?"

Chuck pulled out a menu.

“What do you like Kruppe?”

He started going down the list:

"The clasico is our full-on entry level churro.  Great if you’re on the move and needing a good energy boost from all the sugar we put on.

The Sifilis, uses chocolate from the chocolate shop that Sisyphus owns.  It’s the same chocolate we use in the miocardio in Philly

Then we have the two custard ones; one filled and one to dip.  The Holandes is the lower quality lumpier version which is right in its own way and works very well as a filling and the Ingles which uses the La Crme Anglaise naturelle as a dip.

Personally, I’m all about the chocolate ones at the moment.  I don’t know what addictive ingredient Sisyphus has put into his chocolate but it has you craving it nightly."

While Kruppe made his decision, Chuck looked down at the irate Foamy screeching about an acorn churro.

“Acorn churros?  That’s not something we had even considered.  We have tended to deal with the local animal population as something that will root around our bins for leftovers and not actually having a gastronomical viewpoint.  It might be something we could consider.  Would you be looking for a covering and filling or is acorn based choux paste all you need?”

Chuck looked at the options

“Never tasted acorny things.  Would it go with cinnamon or a bit more of a nutty overdose and covered in hazelnuts?  What about some sort of chocolate and hazelnut concoction to fill?  We could call it...nutlate filling?"

“Umm hello I would like Churro Sifilis. If possible I'd like some extra chocolate dip.”

The last person in the queue was vGoddess.  It was a while since Chuck had seen her around so it was always good to see a return customer to one of his little establishments.

“So nice to see you again vGoddess.  One Sifilis coming right up”

Chuckster piped some of the choux paste into the frier and while it starting browning up nicely, he popped two bowls of the chocolate sauce onto the side of the frier in order to let them soften to perfection…gloopy but not too runny, but runny enough to clean the last of the chocolate out of the bowl with a churro (or a finger if there is too much).

Chuck popped the still-hot churros onto a plate and served them beside the two bowls of chocolate.

“Enjoy vGoddess.  Look forward to seeing you again.”

"Wow, thank you!" vGoddess exclaimed as Charles brought her the churros with two pots of chocolate dips. It reminded her of the huge churro she saw outside earlier.

Dipping the still hot churro in the chocolate, she took a bite. There was a crunch and then the soft and dense inside. 

"As they say, this place really serves the best churros." 

Kruppe's eyes light up as @Chuck mentions chocolate. You do not get the hulking figure of Kruppe by turning down chocolate. Some would say Kruppe was morbidly obese. A heart attack waiting to happen. Kruppe felt he was in peak physical condition for the sport of kings (Pool not boxing)

Kruppe mulls over the name Churro Sifilis, the fact is the first thing which springs to Kruppe's mind is Syphilis & knowing the type of lady Chuck is usually seen about town with this gives Kruppe reason to pause.

Say one thing for Kind Kruppe, say his greed gets the better of his caution.

"One Chocolate Churro please kind sir."

Kruppe is careful not to call it a Churro Sifilis. He takes the sugary treat from Chuck, hands over some bills & with a cheery wave goodbye he sets off to look at possible Pool Hall Locations. 

Foamy steps back, stunned that his request is actually being responded to.

Young man, do not tie us in with the racoon population.  They smell, we're awesome (wrath etc).

but cinnamon YES! and cheese, the cheese with the creamy creamcheese.

where am I?

Humu was swimming along the great lakes, for he went on a winter vacation up north when he sensed something.

He couldn't put his fin to it, but something was drawing him near to the shoreline, something magical. He couldn't resist it, it was like some mermaid was singing her song and luring the fishy back to his doom or something. As he came to the shore, being the little smart fishy he is like normal, he put on his landsuit and strolled towards the source of the beckoning sensation. As he came close he saw it was a churros restaurant, he had no idea what churros was but anything made of dough was good for him

Ahhh hi there mr charles_barkley, i did not know this establishment was yours, it smells divine here, but you better not be frying up fish in the back!! I'll have a portion of plain churros please, no sauce, no sugar please

Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers... Say he was starving. The flight from Philadelphia to Detroit was delayed for 3 hours. Logen thinks back to the last time he ate which must have been 32 hours ago. He was going to need some energy to get motivated, a quick fix of sugar would be a good idea & the smell from Chuck's Churro Delight was amazing. He reads the blackboard at the doorway & steps inside. Logen queues up with the other customers & orders a Churro Clasico. The few paltry bills Logen pulls from his pocket are all he has in the world & he knows they will not last long. After he demolishes the Churro he sets out onto the streets of Bricktown. Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers... Say he needs to make some cash.

It had been quite some time since Mezz has headed over to Detroit and boy had he missed it! after jumping off the plane, making a few arrangements and weaving through the streets he headed over to his favourite little food shop! 

Ushering Foamy out of the way, Mezz sat down in the corner, salivating at the thought of some fresh Churros! 
 

Good Afternoon boss! I'll have two portions, Cinnamon Sugar and Hot Chocolate! if thats all Right? 
 

Foamy balks at being shoved unceremoniously aside by the young upstart struggling to grow a moustache.  Approaching MezzaninE he pulls out a bollard and does unspeakable things to it.

oooooooooo can I have what he's having?

Chucky B cleared up the plate from the table that vGoddess had been sitting at.  Happy customers were his raison d’etre, the very reason he’d chosen to get churros onto the plates of every household in America...Chucky B’s Churro Co.  A veritable goldmine. 

As he got back to the counter, he had to excuse himself to get past the first customer. A large gentleman, not built for speed or agility. Looked like he could dabble in bar “sports”.  

“Kruppe, my man. Good to see you he...”

Kruppe rushed out leaving a trail of napkins, plates and cutlery behind him...much in the same way that treacle rushes down the back of a spoon. Slowly and with a firm intention of reaching the end but never likely to out run anything. 

Chuck tried to shout after him

“See you soon...damn...I hope that’s not the last we see of him”

Foamy was about to make his order when MezzaninE barged him out of the way.  Probably felt there was some sort of species related hierarchy. Given he was a friend to all woodland animals, fish and stinky raccoons Chuckster was offended by this and Chuck could tell there was a squirrely wrath descending from high upon the thing to rain down some furious anger on the rude right hand.

“Mind your manners Mezaninny. There is a queue and you’re at the end of it.  Foamy, you want cinnamony blue cheese acorny churros?  Or you actually want what Mezzanincompoop is getting, which at the moment is the square root of fuck all?  I will give you a moment to decide.”

While Foamy took a minute or two to decide whether he wanted his squirrely delight or nothing at all, Chuck turned to the next in line. He looked up, he looked down, he looked all around and only after a second did he see the little land suit filled with the tropical basketball superstar humuhumunukunukuapua. 

“What is it you’re looking for? Plain churros?”

Chuck sighed. Give these people an inch and they’ll take a mile. Chuckster has been doing a business course in his spare time now the basketball was on the wane and the course recommended some problem solving when presented with an unexpected condition. He did a quick root cause analysis and determined that the decision to allow Foamy to make an off menu request was the point his simple menu was all going to hell. Time to bring some order back to this establishment. He looked down at the little fishie with a stern face,

”Coming right up”

While Chuck got on with making the plain churros for humuhumunukunukuapua, he heard the dulcet tones of LogenNineFingers bothering his other server. There was something about the voice, ah yes. He was the card guru on the streets of Philadelphia. It reminded him of a song he had heard so the words popped into his head while he fried the plain choux paste “I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt, I was unrecognizable to myself...”. That was all he knew so he kept going backwards and forwards to it while the churro cooked. 

When it was ready Chuck looked up to see that LogenNineFingers had gone. Say this about LogenNineFingers, he was a man in as much of a hurry as the next man as long as the next man wasn’t Billy Whizz.

Given his earlier impertinence, Chuck decided to let MezzaninE wait until Foamy had made his decision.  

Say one thing for Chuck's Churro Delight... Say it was delicious. Ninefingers had a hankering for a custard churro for a few days now, he had finally arrived in Detroit to plan an art heist with VenomousBlackBeetle. He had a little time to kill before their meeting to heads to Chucks Churro Delight. He joins the long queue of patrons & waits patiently. Logen hands the shady looking server a C note. "Keep the change, I can't get enough of this sugary stuff" Wait a minute. Logen recognized that shady looking individual. It was Charles_Barkley. Logens danger sensor goes into over drive. It could surely not be a coincidence he had hustled Chuck for one hundred large at cards back in Philadelphia & now he was in Detroit in an unlikely location.

"Charles...Fancy seeing you here"

Chuckster was standing at the head of the queue to his own churro stand.  “You don’t need to stand there” he had been told.  “Just come in and help yourself” was something else but Chuck didn’t want to come across like an arsehole trying to use his position to shit on the people around him so here he was, in the queue sticking out like a sore thumb.  He didn’t need to look at the menu to know what he was looking for today.

“I’ll have an Ingles please.  Here, keep the change and get yourselves some pizza at the end of the day.”

“Charles...Fancy seeing you here"

Chuck turned round and spotted the famous Philly card swindler LogenNineFingers waiting in line behind him.

“How are you doing Logen?  I do try to make time to be here as often as I can.  You know, I love the product so much I felt that I need to run the company.”

As the server started getting his order together he could smell the sweet aromas of the custard being prepared and it was really starting to make him hungry.  MezzaninE was still waiting to be served.

“Logen, here, come to the front ahead of MezzaninE here.  He really should learn not to push his way ahead of people.”

Ninefingers recognizes MezzaninE as the famous radio mogul as he is ushered past him to the front of the line. He doesn't look very thrilled by this turn of events so Logen offers a respectful nod of recognition. He turns to Charles_Barkley

"I am doing fine, still trying to get some plans together to make a score on some art." He looks around for his friend VenomousBlackBeetle. "I can see why you like the product Chuck. It's incredible. First place I headed after touching down in Detroit. A sugar fix was in order"

The smell of sugar, custard & chocolate wafts across the room into Logen's nose making him salivate.

"You seem to have more businesses than Rockefeller, I wouldn't mind being a few dollars behind you that's for sure. When we have pulled off this art heist I have been told to head out west to meet the buyer. Anywhere you would recommend visiting in Seattle? It will be my first time in the city. I have heard Seattle is a great city. Do I have that right?"

“You are not wrong.  Seattle is the right place to go if you like sweet treats.  There is a fantastic custard outlet, La Crme Anglaise.  Very tasty, even if I do say so myself.”

Chuck had a little think and looked LogenNineFingers up and down,

“If you’re into your sports, there’s a standing basketball contest going on down at the Pioneer Square Courts.  Have a little look around if you fancy it.  If you are looking for some legitimate art and not robbing the place then Taiga- has a nice little art house out there.  She enjoys taking people down to her dingy basement and picking out pieces of art.  It is an actual dingy basement and not a euphemism for anything else!”

Logen nods & makes a mental note of 'La Crème Anglaise' I will be sure to check out the Pioneer Square Courts. I will probably take a watching brief for a while, see if I can perhaps play some ball. It's not something I have tried before, but I will for sure check it out.

Logen smirks as Charles mentions legitimate art & not stealing from Taiga-

"Sadly my friend my taste in art only extends to stealing it. I wouldn't know a Picasso or a Matisse from a cheap imitation, & do not want to get hustled."

Logen nods his head.

"I will go to Taiga's place with the spirit of friendship & see if she would want to purchase whatever it is myself & VenomousBlackBeetle have been tasked with stealing...If they ever turn up to meet me that is."

Ninefinger's collects his Churro & turns to leave.

"Many thanks for the advice my friend, it is appreciated"

"Churro?! Are you sure?" Beetle asked Earl for the millionth time. Earl nodded patiently and let out a dry laugh as he reassured that they were headed to Chuck's Churro Delight in the Detroit business district. 

Meanwhile Earl explained to her what a churro was. Turned out churro was a fried doughy goodness covered in generous amount of cinnamon and sugar. Beetle wanted to try some.

It was quite easy to spot when the car entered the cafe area and halted in front of a re-modeled shop with a blackboard of offerings.

Beetle had already rolled down the window and squinting her eyes to scan the contents of the board when something else caught her attention.

"Hey that's not a Churro!" She exclaimed as she immediately stepped out of her car and followed the familiar face of LogenNinefingers. They were supposed to meet.

But being quite the food explorer herself, it was hard to talk about business and ignore the finess of churro delight.

"What's that you've got in your hand?" Beetle had reached Logen as fast as her small legs would carry her and standing in front of a tall and intimidating man. But Beetle was unfazed and more interested in the little packaging in his hand.

A smooth and creamy smell wafted out and tingled her nostrils.