Somehow this building withstood the destruction that leveled the rest of the town, but it's still a far cry from the splendor found within the safe walls of Vault 27. The bricks are crumbling, the windows broken, and a wobbly water tower sits on the roof.
The first floor is filled with old, wobbly tables and a small kitchen in the back corner. A large pipe runs from the floor to the ceiling in the center of the room, and a low rumble emanates from the second floor.
A woman in an apron smiles as you enter, and waves you over to a table. "Sit down! The food will be right over!" A younger woman stands next to her, rolling her eyes as she stirs a boiling pot. The air is humid, as if the cooking's been going on all day, and it smells of meat and… dirt.
The woman in the apron hacks up the last piece of meat she was carving, wipes the blood on her apron and walks over to you. "Welcome to Oksana's! I'm Oksana, and we have food for you! Yes! 5 caps each!"
