The Perfect Burrito

Small Luxury Bistro/Danabi Gonzalez, Owner/No Bias

There's nothing like taking the night off, easing into that Tres Chic, and sitting down to enjoy a really good 250 nuyen burrito. No, I didn't stutter: the burrito costs 250 nuyen. But, once you take a bite, you'll realize where that money went.

Danabi Gonzalez (a half Ethiopian, half Mexican elf) builds the best burritos on either side of the Rio Grande, attracting a vast following of out of place people to her small six table restaurant located in the depths of one of the barren's roughest neighborhoods. Elite politicians and socialites are willing to dodge gunfire, go-gangs, and pot holed streets to chow down on Danabi's delicacy, carrying along their own flavor of fine wine since Danabi sells neither drinks nor any other food product other than the burrito. While the social elite, their vehicles closely watched by Danabi's team of well paid and well trained guards, tend to be the most frequent customers, it is not too uncommon to see a successful runner or wealthy tourist visiting as well. The ambiance of the restaurant is an eclectic blend of African and Aztlan art, and the music is an odd mix of styles that you will probably never hear outside of the restaurant's walls. Nobody is quite sure why Danabi (who grew up in poverty in East Africa) hasn't moved her restaurant to a better neighborhood. Some theorize the reason lies in some kind of mental revenge against the rich: She finds the idea of millionaires driving through a war-zone for a burrito entertaining and absolutely ridiculous.

Skeptics

Small Bar/Doug Palmyra, Owner/Strong Bias Against Magicians

Nobody is quite sure if the patrons of Skeptics should be taken as severe threats to the existence of magic in the awakened world, or simply another group of loons who never quite made it through the transition of the magical world. But, regardless of people's impressions of Skeptic visitors' motives, just about everyone agrees that they represent some of the most skilled and learned anti-magic natural scientists in the Western Hemisphere. Over odd drinks with names like "Rock Is Rock" and "Mistaken Perception", Skeptics patrons mull over natural issues that would give Einstein a severe migraine, and physical problems that would threaten to stump Steven Hawking. Their main goal seems to be to develop a theory that either proves that magic doesn't exist or, at the very least, a theory that provides for getting rid of magic if its existence is true. Strange thing is, really good magicians who have visited the bar and assensed the area have found that over half of the patrons possess some kind of masked magical aura. Whether this indicates that the patrons have so diluted their thoughts that even they cannot perceive their own power, or are some kind of backwards, clandestine magical cult, has yet to be decided.