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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

My favorite type of turtle72.174.74.6Posted On December 03, 2017 at 8:52 PM by Ludovino Donati

He couldn’t help but notice when they discussed food, her eyes sparkled at the mention of cooking. He listened amusingly as she explained the so-called failed attempt at beer stew. Feeling a smile tug at the corners of his lips he thought of a way to perhaps have more encounters with Miya. “Well, if you want an introduction to Italian cuisine be my guest for dinner sometime. It would be a pleasure to teach you some of the recipes of the culture that have been passed down for generations,” Ludo smoothly replied. “As for the beer stew, it’s best to use just a canned beer. You don’t have to get too fancy of a beer for it to taste proper,” he smirked playfully at her. “Food has always been more than just survival for me. It was the way my family bonded during my childhood. Creating food is a way to show love. Of course, that means we fueled the Italian stereotype,” he chuckled as he stared at Miya.

As he handed his jacket to Miya, her cheeks became a gradient shade of pink as he watches her carefully reach out to grasp the coat and immediately become engulfed within it. Ludo couldn’t help himself as he burst with laughter as he watched her roll his sleeves up several times before her hands were even visible again. She really did resemble a turtle now with only her hands sticking out and her head almost enveloped in his jacket. “Cuore mio! (my heart!)” he chortled, placing his hand on his heart as he couldn’t get the image of a turtle out of his mind. She was effortlessly cute to him. Before he knew it, the waitress came back and asked her for her order. He wondered what her tastes were like, but he raised an eyebrow as she seemingly frantically asked to have exactly what he was having. “IPA, huh? Unique taste you have miss,” he grinned directly at her, leaning in a little closer to the table so his elbow was resting on the table with his palm holding his head.

He listens to her tell about her inexperience’s with alcohol. “Well, we’ll see how you like this drink,” he smiles with a twinkle in his eye. “I’m sure wine would be a great to start with, and there’s plenty of pairings with Italian cuisine,” he added. “I know, it seems we have the potential to cross paths often with one another,” he stared eyeing her moon shaped face and her luminescent pale skin. Before he could study her more, the waitress came back with the beer. He watched as she bowed and grabbed the drink with two hands. Not knowing it was a cultural action of politeness he assumed that was just her own endearing unique mannerisms. He watched as she pressed the cold beer to her soft lips and immediately in response to the taste made a puckered sour face. Smiling he pushes his water glass over to her side and says, “I had a feeling that might not be your pace.” “It is a…required taste. Why don’t we order some food to help get rid of the flavor? Oh, how about poutine?” he questioned. As he let her browse the menu for a food she might like he tried engaging more conversation getting to know her better.

Searching for a topic he noticed resting by her chair was the clunky messenger bag she had when they first met. “Are you a student somewhere?” asking as he eyed the bag. “You seem to carry a lot around, must be important,” he curiously spoke, still trying to find a way to keep in touch with her after this encounter.

Ludovino Donati
♥dante



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