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October 30, 2003
Torched RoadKill Cafe owner finds new employment!
Only days since her landmark restaurant was burned to the ground, RoadKill Cafe owner Gina Roma has found a new job! At first bawling over what a tragedy the fire was and yelping that she wouldn't rebuild and was going to retire, Roma announced here Thursday that she has been offered and accepted the position as manager at the newest, hippest place where particular people congregate, the Athletic Club.

The news came as a shock to former RoadKill employees who have complained Roma not once uttered a word of concern for their predicament and expressed frustration that with the high rate of unemployment they have little hope of finding new jobs.

October 10, 2003
5-alarm fire burns RoadKill Cafe to the ground; Level one hazard alert issued, alarm system off?
Thick, black smoke and huge flames shot into the Genoa City sky late Monday night from the RoadKill Cafe at 216 Summit Street.

"It might be our biggest fire of the year," said firefighters as the blaze was upgraded quickly to a 5-alarm and a level-1 hazardous materials alert due to the toxic canisters of roadkill known to be inside the nearly ten decade old building.

About 10 people stood on Summit to gawk at the blaze including children who rode their bicycles through puddles of chunky green sludge seeping into the street from under the restaurant's front door.

Fire officials at the scene said they expect the beloved restaurant would be declared a total loss but would make every attempt to rescue at least two persons thought trapped inside the cafe which was closed at the time the fire broke out.

Fire officials expressed concern that no fire alarms were tripped and would be checking to see if smoke detectors were even installed. The Clueless Alarm Company reported that the alarm system in place was apparently not turned on when employees left early for the night so that cafe owner Gina Roma could attend the Arts Council Gala.

October 9, 2003

RoadKill Cafe will close for gala!
Regular customers of Genoa City's infamous RoadKill Cafe who didn't want to stay home chewing on Hungry-Man XXL monster-size frozen cholesterol TV dinner bombs were outraged when it was announced late this week that the cafe will close early so that owner Gina Roma may attend the Arts Society Gala.

"I don't get it. This place is open on Christmas but closed for some gala?" wondered garbage collector Frank Winoski who complained to the GCN that he had been looking forward all week to his regular night out at the RoadKill for a meal of chemically saturated salt-dunked fish-like blobs inedible even by cockroaches.

Other RoadKill customers complained they can't understand why Roma had to close early since none of her employees had been invited to the gala. "Is this how that nosey bitch treats her less artsy fartsy customers? Why did the place have to close just because she's going to the gala? See if I ever eat here again!" said librarian Mildred Moss.

Even RoadKill employees were surprised at the early closing. Asked not to be identified for fear of losing their jobs, employee after employee complained of lost wages. "That old bitch didn't need to close the joint. We can run it just fine without her big ass in the way. Each of us figure we're going to lose at least $25. When you're trying to live on $200 a week that's a lot of money," was the general employee consensus.

Reportedly at Fenmore's Department Store looking through the leftover gowns for a size 15, Roma could not be reached for comment.

Cafe owner told to stop discriminating
September 17, 2003

Self-loathing desperately in need of a man and RoadKill Cafe owner, Gina Roma has been instructed to can her bad attitude and start treating customers with a little respect.

The incident took place Wednesday when Roma, displaying her usual hateful sneer and piercing black eyes, snubbed socialite Jill Abbott by offering regular customer Katherine Sterling a sample tasting of a new - as yet nameless - menu item which appeared to have been originally caught at the bottom of the Genoa City sewer system and then grilled to perfection.

Smacking her lips in approval, Sterling was told the alleged food item would be named after her and Roma waddled off. But when Abbott objected to being treated like some second-class tripe Sterling summoned Roma and told her in no uncertain terms that from now on she is to treat Mrs. Abbott as she would all other royalty.

See also: Sterling's maid faces dismissal.

We are family?
by Brent Kellogg
August 8, 2003

She is the double bacon cheeseburger of annoyance. RoadKill Cafe owner Gina Roma. Roma, of course, is short for Romalotti because she didn't want to be associated with her less than honorable father, who, of course, changed his last name to Sterling because he couldn't stand being himself whereas his son and Roma's brother, Danny Romalotti thought the name was perfectly okay for a rock and roll star.

Such is the heritage of the elite living in Genoa City. So proud, so rich, so smug, yet so ashamed. And ashamed Gina Roma should be for the spectacle she made of herself Friday. Her rudeness was nothing new. Only a few months ago hot mama Anita Hodges thought it rude when Roma asked why her daughter Brittany had stormed out of the establishment in an apparent rage.

For all the years Roma has operated this toxic and chemically noxious crispy critter behemoth known as the RoadKill she has repeatedly allowed clientele to dance on the tables and throw tizzy fits. She soaks her customers in free booze and frequently gives "one for the road" bottles to designated drivers. That is, until the Liquor Commission got on her case.

Roma is Genoa City's eatery thug, the snotty with deep and rather pathetic issues who no one likes and no one wants to sleep with but who still somehow manages to think she's, quite literally, God's gift to the restaurant business. She claims to have actually had sex once, and even liked it, sort of.

How very touching. That Ms. Roma is an ex-convict doesn't excuse her sneering and appallingly so, embarrassingly snooping into her customer's lives.

While Fred Hodges once said, "that's what a person who runs a business does," when asked why Roma sticks her big nose in where it doesn't belong, it did not excuse her behavior on Friday.

Having placed their orders, Jill Abbott and Larry 'Wartman' Warton were chatting about Abbott's plan to take over the Chancellor mausoleum when they noticed Roma lurking nearby. Caught in the act, Roma waddled over to say that because she could tell from a distance that they were "having such a deep discussion" she had decided to put their entrees on hold.

Customers with less patience would have gotten up and walked out on the spot because of Roma's presumptuous attitude. Mr. Warton was noticeably upset but managed to keep his cool as Roma stuck her long snout right in their faces.

"I heard that Kay [Katherine Sterling] is your mother," Roma said to Abbott, noting that while Mrs. Sterling is "dear to me" she hasn't seen the old woman in years. His eyebrows raised, Warton looked as if he wanted to smack the busybody. Sensing she was treading on thin ice, Roma blurt out that her father was once married to Sterling until thanks to the ditzy estate maid, Rex was short dead.

"I'm family," Roma hurled, as everyone within hearing distance nearly lost their dinner.

Roma's quite the heavily shellacked quasi-female with the perma-plastered smile and the negligible cultural impact she has on anything doesn't become her. She is phenomenally boring and everything she has ever done or ever will do is a desperate cry for help.

For an old scag who thinks she's family and Mrs. Sterling is so dear, why hasn't Roma spent a single moment at the mausoleum helping change bed pans, spoon-feeding baby food to, or wiping drool off, the poor woman's mouth? What is this powered monkey dung - she's family? There are bats in Sterling's belfry more caring.

Big 'N Nosey
June 23, 2003

With the shock and horror that something tragic may have happened to the woman he conspired with to break the local crusaders apart, attorney Michael Baldwin stopped by the RoadKill Cafe on Monday for a drink. He was immediately pounced upon by owner Gina Roma who questioned the amount of drinks a customer was "slugging down like there's no tomorrow" although he had only ordered a double.

Under the law Roma has the authority to stop serving customers when she thinks they've had too much to drink. But this wasn't and never has been Roma's concern as she frequently gives away free booze to customers and urges them to drive while intoxicated.

Never having cared much for Baldwin and oinking at him at him like a fat pig, Roma was suddenly concerned with Baldwin's demeanor.

"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Don't I look okay," Baldwin shot back, wondering if there was something stuck in his teeth or a nose hair out of place.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Roma actually had the nerve to ask, only to be told to go away, mind her own business and maybe check to see if the eyeball soup was burning.

There is truly something askew when the operator of a toxic garbage food restaurant has time to play psychiatrist. Ms. Roma is a hagfish so utterly and freakishly removed from anything that truly matters. She would be well advised to keep her ass out of the faces of customers and in her office popping deep fried cheese poppers drenched in blue cheese dressing in giddy celebration of the heavily toxified savagely obese road kill addicts that continue to foolishly patronize her joint.

Busybody restaurant owners not uncommon
June 09, 2003

After years of sticking her big nose into the personal business of her customers, RoadKill Cafe owner Gina Roma's bizarre behavior has been explained away.

For example, on May 3, 2002, the pasta pusher saw fit to duplicate a photo of her nephew so that his mother, Phyllis Abbott, would be able to see how the child who was ripped from her arms in an inane custody clash years before had grown and changed. Roma couldn't be bothered mailing or handing the photo to the former sister in-law she despises. She simply gave it to Abbott's pal Michael Baldwin to do with it what he saw fit.

A few days later, Roma made an announcement of her intention to spread word of world renown crusader Christine 'Bug' Blair's return to Genoa City. Roma's campaign encompassed a single letter to her brother, rock star Danny Romalotti, who was once married to the crusader. Since losing a love tug with the Bug over private detective Paul Williams, Romalotti had subsequently fought for and won custody of suspected killer Phyllis Summer's son, Danny Jr. Although Summers was granted visitation rights, Romalotti fled with the child to Europe and hasn't been seen since.

Why Roma would want her brother to know of the Bug's return made absolutely no sense as a year earlier Roma had told attorney Michael Baldwin that the Bug and Williams "were meant to be together."

While the letter was never seen there was speculation over what she might have written. More

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In addition to getting her customers loaded before they leave her establishment Roma unveiled in November 2002, a new service. All customers using the RoadKill as a gathering place after baptisms can leave their babies in Roma's upstairs office cage. Her cramped, but always with room to spare, office now sports a bassinet for tired, tiny babies who should be home in bed and not lugged around like sacks of flour. As a bonus for parents with no desire to see their kids except when doing so somehow serves to wash away their sins, Roma also assigns one of her many minimum-wage waitresses who depend on tips to earn a decent living to watch over the child.

While dining with her family at the RoadKill this Monday hot mama Anita Hodges thought it very rude when Roma asked why Hodges' skanky daughter Brittany had stormed out of the establishment in an apparent rage.

For all the years Roma has operated this toxic and chemically noxious crispy critter behemoth Roma has yet to acknowledge that clientele throwing fits and dancing on tables is common at her establishment.

As to why Roma sticks her nose in where it doesn't belong, banker Fred Hodges said, "that's what a person who runs a business does."

It is really, dear reader? If you were asked by the owner or manager of your favorite store how often you were having sex or why you were mad at your daughter or relative or lover or any other type of personal invasion wouldn't you tell that person to mind their own damn business and maybe never shop there again if it happened more than once?

Granted a man like Mr. Hodges, who doesn't seem to care that his wife cheated on him by having sex with a young boy and offers to have sex only to prove that he's better in bed than any boy, has a skewed outlook on life and probably does think it's okay to pry into customer's personal lives.

Roma is Genoa City's eatery thug, the snotty with deep and rather pathetic issues who no one likes and no one wants to sleep with but who still somehow manages to think she's, quite literally, God's gift to the restaurant business. How very touching. That Ms. Roma is an ex-convict doesn't excuse her sneering and appallingly so, embarrassingly snooping into her customer's lives.