There wasn't much of a menu so to speak as it was a specialization shop that did one thing well and knew it. Their sandwiches were the talk of the town and Azathoth decided that he would treat both himself and Muddle to at least one of them while the night was still young, but the thought of night made his mind fixate on candy yet again as he pulled out a clump of bars that were now sticking together due to how hot it was inside of this shop.

"Would you care for some chocolate?", extending out the mass of candy and setting it onto the table, he waived for one of the waiters to come over and looked at the menu one last time before he decided that it was time for him to start ordering. "Bring us a round of whiskey, we'll be ordering food shortly."

When the waiter walked away to go get them their drinks, he turned his view back to Muddle.

"I've heard their sandwiches are all good. I'd prefer something with a lot of meat on it though. See anything like that? I do enjoy a rather good steak when it comes down to it, but this will probably be that cheap stuff they slap onto these things. Only one way to find out, eh?"

It was late at night when the fighting finally died down. The sound of gunfire could still be heard coming from certain pockets in the city. Takkar dashed across the street and slipped silently into the quiet bar. A stiff drink was what he needed to steady his nerves before he got back out onto the streets.

"Whiskey..neat," Takkar groaned in a tired voice.

"Coming right up," the barkeep poured him a glass and asked, "How bloody is it out there?"

"You don't want to know," Takkar retorted as he picked his drink up and walked over to an empty table. After taking his seat, he set his hat on the table and sipped on his drink. "Oh that hits the spot." As he took another sip he noticed something odd about his hat. There was a black circular spot on it, like a smudge of dirt. Upon closer examination he found that there was a small bullet hole right at the top.

"Fuck me," he gasped. He hadn't realized how close he had come to death today. He also realized that he needed a new hat. Maybe one of the boutique in town was still open. He made a note to ask the bartender about it after he finished his drink.

Zeb pops back into Rosarios despite not getting a cheese toastie last time, he's big enough and BOING!y enough to forgive and forget.

Hey Frank, can I get a round of beers and errrrrr any chance of a.....you know what, I'll just have some kettle chips thanks

Frank was back in detroit conducting business again.  As he sat at his favorite table he shook his head as he saw that friends of his are now departed from this world.  He was surprised at the turn of events and how fast it occurred.   He waited for his drink to arrive as he looked up there was the hoggie he ordered and the beer.  thanking the server he smiled as he drank his beer then took a bite from his sandwich.  

Detroit was booming with amazing drug deals creating more hustle in the street's and Mafioso's to appear out of every nook and cranny... Velvet needed a stiff drink and she knew the perfect place to go to, Rosario's.

She sets down her hat on the table and slouches back in the chair, letting out a long sigh, she signals the barkeep to fix her up a double shot.

"Oh vey... so many Goombas!"

Garen entered Rosario's hoping to get a quick bite to eat before started his work for the day. 

"I'll have the ham and cheese to go." Garen said, "Oh and uh, put it on rye."

Garen paid the man what he owed him exchanged for his sandwich then left just as quickly as he came.

Salvatore arrived to Detroit for a quick drug deal but as always, dealing with those damn mexicans the time didnt ment nothing to them. So he had few hours until the meeting and Salvatore decided to grab something quickly. His good friend Frank had a restaurant right here in Detroit and Salvatore decided to go and see him. He arrived at Rosario's and walked in. Crowdy as always he thought to himself, which was good for business. He found himself an empty table, went and took a seat. Waitress approached his table and asked a what a gentleman would like to have. Sal looked quickly at the menu and ordered some potatoes with well cooked fillet and some salad, also a glass of beer. Waitress nodded and excused herself. While waiting for his order, Sal smoked few cigarettes. Few minutes later the waitress came back and brought the order. The food smelled really good. He thanked the waitress and gave her a nice tip. She smiled and thanked him for that. Then she excused herself and continued serving others. Sal tasted the fillet and it was perfectly cooked. When he finally finished his dish, he went paid for it. Told to waitress about how tastefull the food was and that she should send the chief his regards. Then he walked outside and went to see those damn crazy people mexicans.

Pete walked into Rosario's looking around slowly.  He took a seat at a table and ordered an italian hot hoggie with a cold beer.  Rita and Gina met him there.  They had placed their orders just minutes prior.  The waiter came out and smiled and hugged Pete.  They talked for a few minutes the cousins haven't seen each other in two years.  Then the old lady walked out and kissed Pete it was his aunt, his fathers sister.  Pete stood and hugged her and they talked as his food came.  Pete tried to pay but his aunt refused to accept his money.  

Could this day get any worse? she muttered under he breath, searching for her packet of cigarettes in her jacket pocket, shoving the door open with her shoulder as she entered Rosario's, her brow furrowed as she rose three of her fingers up indicating triple shot, taking her seat on the leather lounges.

"Fucking useless prick.." she muttered to herself taking a seat waiting for her acquaintance  to turn up, the barmen placed the triple shot of whiskey in front of her with a cold sandwich  

"Ma'am you okay?..." he seemed concerned or maybe he was just wanting a tip for appearing that way.

"Yeah Thanks, if you see a blonde grey eyed man send him my way with a bottle of scotch... " half heartedly she smiled as she laid her gun on the table beside her drink, slouching heavily into the backrest waving a fifty dollar bill

"That'll be all sweetheart..."  a smirk played on her lips as she eyed the barman up and down, with a nod he reached for the fifty and resumed his position behind the bar, unsure of what was going to unfold.

Genesis was finished doing business and ready to head home. As he was walking the streets he felt the sudden need of a good drink. He saw Rosario's Bar along his travels. It was close to his motel room so he decided to pay a visit. He headed for the entrance and walked inside to lively crowd. It was a feel good atmosphere. 

He made his way toward the bar and sat down at the counter. He reached inside his right pocket and grabbed his cigarettes. He took a match and lit the cigarette. Gen took a drag while waiting for the barkeep. Moments pass and the barkeep makes his way for Genesis and asks for his order.

"I will have a glass of Johnnie Walker, please."

They nodded and got his drink ready. They grabbed a clean glass and half full bottle of whiskey. They pour a glass and hand it to Genesis. He thanks them and takes a swig.

Pete needed to be seen so he went to Rosario's he was dressed in a dark blue white coat with white dress pants and shirt with matching shoes.  he shook hands with anyone he could.  That day the family moved on Tessio, Tatalia, Bazinni and Caperia.  It was business and Charlie wanted to clean house.  Pete knew that the government agents were watching him.  He wasn't doing any business for the next three weeks.  He was away from business for the past two weeks.   

He order a salad with a bottle of white wine.  He laughed louder then normal and even told a few jokes as he needed witnesses to testify where he was and the time he was around.  Then once he was done he met with his old friend Scrachy Green and was able to get him to confess his dealing working for Bazinni.  

The bartender placed the old fashion glass in front of Julius and filled it to the brim with whiskey as per request. "Thanks" Julius responded, a bit slurred as he was on his third round of the liquid sunshine. There was a fight being broadcast on the radio. No better way to spend the Saturday.

Julius took a few swigs as he listened to the broadcast. Lefty Fritz was putting a beating over his opponent tonight. Completely one-sided.

"Must be up against a journeyman. I never even heard of the guy!" A fellow listener stated in minor protest.

Julius ignored the retorts and continued listening to the commentator's broadcast as he enjoyed his whiskey.

Pete was in detroit once again, feeling hungry Pete went to Rosario's for dinner.  As he walked in and took a seat he spotted Frank LaBruzzo.  Frank walked over and smiled taking a seat.  Pete asked Frank what brought him to the motor city.  Frank told Pete a truck and Pete laughed as he understood the meaning.  Frank wanted to trade cigarettes for booze.  Pete looked at Frank and laughed again telling Frank he can't smoke a truck load of cigarettes and they have a shelf life where booze can sit for a few years.   Pete told Frank that he had a contact that may buy them.  Frank shook his head saying if its anyone from the purple gang to forgetaboutit.  Pete nodded then a waitress walked over and Pete ordered pasta and meat balls and white wine and Frank ordered the same.

Pete loved being on the eastside of Detroit he loved the fact that over here everyone minded there own business.  Pete was back in Rosario's and enjoying a steak with fries covered in brown gravy.   Pete looked over at Nails and Joey as they were eating ribs and drinking beer.  He laughed as they kept licking there fingers every five minutes.  He shook his head as he picked up his knife and fork to eat.  

Grimaldo staggered off the streets and into Rosario's. Today he decided to do a bit of bar hopping and was definitely starting to tie one on. He stuffed his flask he had been drinking from on the walk over, back into his suit coats breast pocket and plopped down at the bar.

"Can I get uhhhhhhh, tequila? Doesn't matter the brand, just keep em comin'.. Ohh yeah and a bowl of chips or pretzel or somethin'. Please and thank you."

Pete walked into Rosario's and took a seat at a table in the back he could see the entrance and the back exit.  Pete ordered the ribeye steak and baked potato dinner with a mug of beer.   Pete then smoked a cigarette while he waited.  He thought about todays business while he waited.  Time passed and he was done smoking but his food had not arrived.  He called over the waitress and asked what was the problem here.  She went to the kitchen and returned with a beer and told him that they had to a issue and had to run to the store and buy a ribeye steak that had ran out just before he walked in.  She said in five more minutes and she would bring it out.   

While in Detroit, Julius headed over to Rosario's to grab him a bite to eat. He remembered hearing a rumor about how great the sandwiches offered there were and wanted to try one for himself. More often than not, rumors were chalked up to be myths and established solely to promote business. However, today, Julius fed into the gossip and ventured out for such an occasion. Beer always complimented any sandwich, so naturally, Julius ordered a beer to go along with his sub. When his meal was paid for and given Julius was shocked at how quick the exchange was. He took his first bite and along with it he ate his words. The rumors was indeed true. "It's good." He said complimenting the chef.

Genesis was finished doing business and ready to head home. As he was walking the streets he felt the sudden need of a good drink. He saw Rosario's Bar along his travels. It was close to his motel room so he decided to pay a visit. He headed for the entrance and walked inside to lively crowd. It was a feel good atmosphere. 

He made his way toward the bar and sat down at the counter. He reached inside his right pocket and grabbed his cigarettes. He took a match and lit the cigarette. Gen took a drag while waiting for the barkeep. Moments pass and the barkeep makes his way for Genesis and asks for his order.

"I will have a glass of Johnnie Walker, please."

They nodded and got his drink ready. They grabbed a clean glass and half full bottle of whiskey. They pour a glass and hand it to Genesis. He thanks them and takes a swig.

It had been a while since Pete had a hot ham and cheese from Rosario's, the smile came across his face as he took a sip from the mug of cold beer.  He took a seat and then started talking with Whispers and Nails.  They were in the motor city making up for lost time.  Pete didn't want to waste a single minute his time in prison caused his connection to dry up and it was like starting over from scratch.  Charlie was still in prison and Vito was the guy running things in his absence.