And so I continue to jealously guard my adopted role as the Trollslum Cafe Progenitor. Otherwise I will quickly lose my relevance. Enjoy the friendly waitstaff of dumb robots, the jukebox that still kinda works, our wide selection of food and drink, convenient recuperacoons for those who can't drag themselves home (or for those who live here), and our "backroom services." Oh, and meet "interesting" and "friendly" people, too.
What a wretched hive of scum and villainy.
Just some rules and regs, not like anyone reads 'em or follows 'em: