Dimilazzo found a beautiful old Victorian building.  It was a bit run down, but structurally very sound 2 story Victorian house.  It was located on Woodward avenue, near Summerset.  Good traffic would mean good trade.  Dimilazzo had spent a good 6 months gutting and restoring the old building.  Now 6 months later, it was beautiful.  He’d had to get special zoning to setup the restaurant and bar in the neighbourhood, but a few dollars in the right pocket did the trick.  The main floor was a respectable but small restaurant that served authentic Italian fare.  It seated maybe 40 people.  It was a combination of comfortable and casual.  Upstairs, was mostly used for storage, but there were a couple of beautiful hostesses and nice bedrooms available.  It was not obvious, but asking the right person could get you both.   Opening night was really important.  Dimilazzo sent out invites to Head Coach, Mike Tyson, Skidmanrk and BBB along with many of the who’s who in Detroit.  Downstairs there was a door that was guarded by 2 large men.  Leading the way, Dimilazzo ushered them into his speakeasy.  “gentlemen,  welcome to Dimilazzo’s”   The room was a large appointed bar.   A full length floor to ceiling mirror ran the entire length of the bar.  The bar itself was wooden and made of carved mahogany.  The floors were  marble.  It was a very warm inviting atmosphere.

The smartly dressed man had been a busy fella. Writing reports, commentating on boxing matches and saving Hobbs for a towering inferno. He needed a break and Dimilazzo s invitation came just at the perfect time. He mounted his goat cart and head to the address on the invite. It was a lovely location. 

"Park up the goats he called to a local tramp, throwing him a HobNob"

The tramp looked rather confused and just wandered off. The stylish gentleman sprang up the stairs nodded to the men at the door and walked in. What a fantastic place. Just what they needed in DT. A bitta good fun and nice atmosphere. It got a little old eating your lunch in the public toilets or sitting on a park bench. He decided to have a look around and see if HeadCoach, Skidmark, MikeTyson had arrived. He had even heard an invite went out to one of the Void clones. 

He spotted Dimilazzo across the room and caught his eye. He headed over to congratulate the new bar and restaurant owner/ 

"Well done Dimilazzo, a great place you have here. Im sure the others will be here soon to have a look around"

Coach didn't do anything quietly or subtly, his entrances were boisterous, every thunderous step rumbling across the floor like an earthquake, every man turned hostile, every woman moreso, dogs barked, cats hissed, the entire world seemed to grow into a deafening rabble, until he eventually settled in and the disarray melted away as quickly as it had come. It was just the way he went places. He pulled two bar stools together and lowered himself down, knocking on the bar counter for a stiff drink and a triple-serving of bar nuts. 

"Where's Dimilazzo? I need to see the man of the hour."