After finishing his latest bare knuckle fight, MrSki realised the rumbling sound was not from his defeated opponent, but from his stomach. He wanted to have a huge munch! As he strolled down the street he remembered a good friend mentioning a cracking burger joint. Making his way to The Burger Pit, he entered the establishment and immediately demanded the largest, greasiest burger they could make. 

Tomm had just got off the plane in Detroit, the latest city his boss had sent him to do finish a drug deal. Absolutely famished he decided to stop off at the burger joint. Ordering a double cheese, fries and a milkshake he sat in the window and continued to mourn his father. He knew he was lucky that he's fathers old boss had picked him up from the burning remains of the family home but he just couldn't shake the sound of gunshots ringing through the night as they slept. An hour went past and the last remaining fries were cold when a busboy tapped him on the shoulder asking him if he was ok. Tomm stood up left a big tip and walked out into the cold Detroit night.

After a boubon too many, Cuboyd looked to fulfil the reason he came out to the city centre in the first place and eat. He looked around with one eye only able to be opened, bourbon's fault again. There would soon only be one eye needed as his nose would do the rest of the work when he smelt a wonderful mix of hot dogs, burgers and fries. His mind started wandering off with all the endless possibilities he could eat and fill his belly with. He walked into autopilot with his legs, his mind was to fixated on food. He opened the front door and was greeted by Vera the waitress.

"Good evening and welcome to The Burger Pit, you looking to eat in, sweetie?"

Cuboyd couldn't even speak, his mind fixated on both the menu and the smell. A silent nod of the head seemed to do the trick as he was sent across to a table for one. Cuboyd snapped out of it when a menu was placed in front of him and he realised he had to put all his effort into actually making the order for the food. Vera whipped out a notepad and pen. 

"What can I get ya hun?"

Everything please!! Cuboyd just about managed to contain himself, the menu was scanned twice and thrice over. Cuboyd had finally made his mind up. Finally.

"If you don't mind, I'll have a Double Classic Cheeseburger, no pickles, onions or mustard please. I'll have that with a portion of curly fries too please.

Vera wrote away intently, ensuring to underscore "no pickles, onions or mustard" next to the double classic cheeseburger. Vera smiled at Cuboyd.

"Can I get ya anything to drink, hun?"

Cuboyd almost vomitted in his mouth at the thought of alcohol but realised that's not what Vera was on about. He checked the varied drinks list, knowing that a Shake would almost certainly make him sick fully.

"Water would be great please." he said with a weak smile. 

Vera smiled and walked away with the menu in tow. This gave Cuboyd a chance to look around and be nosey with what other people were eating. Hot-dogs, Turkey Burgers and sandwiches. So many different options but everyone looked happy and there was very little food waste around which is what mattered most after all. Cuboyd's water was brought out after a few minutes and closely followed by his order which really did not last long at all. A world record could have just been set on how quickly a double cheeseburger could be demolished but hey who's counting? Vera came over to Cuboyd who had just about passed out with how good the food was. The burger meat was tender, the curly fries were hot and very, very curly. 

"How was the food hun? Looks like it went down a treat!"

Cuboyd attempted a chuckle but knew if he tried too hard, the burger would come straight back up. A thumbs up would suffice, this woman was going to end up thinking he was a mute. Vera took away the plates and seasoning before coming back with the dreaded question. 

"Can I get you a dessert hun? Don't know how much good it would do you, mind you."

Cuboyd shook his head and signalled for the bill. Vera once again smiled and walked away before coming back with the bill and a mint. Was she trying to tell him something here? Cuboyd looked at the bill in shock, how could such good food cost so little. He pulled out a ball of money and left a big note on top, while also giving a big note to Vera and thanking her for her service. 

"Compliments to the cook" was all Cuboyd could manage before stumbling out the door and embarking on his journey home for the night. He would definitely be back and he would definitely recommend. 

While walking down the streets of the Detroit Business District, Hirostev gets a whiff of something that brings up a wonderful memory of his mother's homemade cooking as a child. He remembers the cold, winter days when his mother would spend all day brewing a homemade chili soup.

Hirostev follows his nose and finds a restaurant known as The Burger Pit. Hirostev steps up to the restaurant where he is immediately greeted.

Hirostev orders a bowl of chili and it is promptly brought up to him. He pays the cashier, then sits down. The moment he puts a spoonful of chili to his mouth, memories of his fond childhood quickly come rushing back.

Beef had finished a quick run to keep his health at the top condition he could possibly manage, which wasn't much, given his weight and height. The Bulgarian was a rather large man and his nickname being a food, well, one could only imagine. As he got out of his cab, he made sure to keep the cabbie happy with a nice little tip. He got out of the cab and put on his hat and made his way to a burger joint that someone had suggested to him.

As he walked in, it was a fairly greasy looking place, but it wasn't bad. Sometimes the dirtier the location is, the better the food is, but Beef had no idea if it was going to be the case again. He decided to head up to the line and waited behind a family and an older gentleman who decided to spend ten minutes glaring at the menu, only to pick something extremely basic. It annoyed Beef, but he wouldn't let it ruin his day.

As it was finally his time to order, he did a quick look and saw the menu. "Yeah I'll take a hunger buster thing with some extra fries and a large coca cola" He said as he patted his fat stomach. He was fairly hungry after sitting down, perhaps his jog had burned thousands of calories. Surely Beef should eat to replenish his energy, just in case he needed the energy.

After about ten minutes, his number, 73, was called. He walked up and nearly knocked over some teenager working there by accident when they bumped into him. It was an accident and a little awkward, but he grabbed his food and sat down, ignoring the poor kid. The food looked great and smelled even better. He would begin to tear into the burger like no other and finish his meal in mere minutes, perhaps a world record.

Jamie looks around at the fine looking Burger Pit in front of him. "A nice chunk of beef is just what I need inside me." He thought to himself. Sitting down on a stool he looks around for the barkeep or even a waitress. He finally waves down a waitress and she approaches him. "What will it be hun?" She was an older lady close to fifty. Her voice was rough and she was close enough to smell the cigarette smoke on her uniform. The name tag on it read Shirley. "Shirley, I'll have the Fire Started. I love a little spice to go with my thick piece of beef." "I didn't need to know that." Shirley smirked.

About 15 minutes later Shirley returned with the food. It smelled delicious and it tasted even better. Each bite of the Angus beef filled the hole in his stomach. When he was finished Shirley brought him the bill. Jamie took it and placed 2 one dollar bills on the table on top of it. "I think I'll be back here again soon if all the food is this delicious." He thought as he exited the Burger Pit and into the new rainy streets of Detroit.

As he was finishing his food, he heard his name, but didn't see a familiar figure. He was now becoming paranoid, was his food poisoned? No, of course not. His food was delicious. Who wouldn't enjoy the burger with crispy french fries and a large drink, it was truly an American dream meal. Although, he was paranoid at the thought of someone possibly watching him, he decided to go order some more food, like the true American he was, despite his Bulgarian citizenship.

He decided to step into The Burger Pit once again. It's been weeks since he first had a burger here. He's eaten here every day since.

"Hey Vera. Tell Willie I'll have the usual, lass. This time make it a double!" He smiled at the seasoned waitress. "You got it hun." She replied. She walks out back and you can hear her over the chatter. "Get Jamie his usual, a double Fire Starter this time though."

Vera had been his waitress the last 5 times he'd been there, so she knew his routine.

The last time Hirostev came by, he had ordered a bowl of chili that reminded him of his mother's recipe. He thought today that he would try one of their famous burgers.

Hirostev sat down and ordered a burger and a vanilla milkshake after having a busy day busting people out of the Detroit jail. It arrived within 10 minutes, fresh and with a side of sizzling hot fries. Hirostev took a fry, dipped it in the rich and creamy milkshake and straight to his mouth. The caressing blend of sweet vanilla and potato swirled around his taste buds and he went for another before taking a bite out of the juicy and tender burger.