Ah... you must forgive me, City. This technology is so beyond my time that I cannot help but feel a certain unease to use it, still. Perhaps I am already too set in my ways, or perhaps I simply do not approve of being bested by a machine. The judgment falls to you.
But, nonetheless, I find a cause for this machine, though I must admit I still find the truly social interaction to be face to face, and this cannot compare.
Yet I'll come to you if only because I believe, in light of some others' advertisements, to offer you my own.
Cassagioso's is not as opulent as most, I am sure, and nowhere near as classy, I am sure. I am most assured in that fact, and it brings me no shame to admit I do not cater to those as well off and noble as
some are.
I am but a simple man, with but a simple establishment. A simple bar, for the simple men, with no need or want for extra expenditure.
And so I must humbly present myself to you, citizens, for business. It would be my utmost pleasure to have your patronage.