"Here we are, ahead of the usual suspects," Junior announces, perching himself at the table and picking up a menu.  "First rule--anyone pulling a Mister Pink gets curbstomped after we're done.  Tip the fucking waitresses.  Second rule--enjoy.  Food isn't the best, but it's cheap and plentiful.  Third rule--eat first, business after...please."<br/><br/>He hands his menu back to a waitress.<br/><br/>"Coffee, please, and pigs in a blanket, side order of fire wings.  Thanks."