Trendy magazines consider this the best restaurant in Night City. More respectable sources consider it banally gimmicked. Its owner, Jaqueline duBenalle, took over the mortgage on
the building from the bank, and, since the church occupying the building was having financial difficulties, foreclosed immediately. Within one month, Ms. duBenalle had opened
her restaurant, having left most of the traditional religious trappings in place. The food and service are excellent, though too ‘fashionable’ for many people. They even serve French style raw seafood, which they call Sioupis.
Restaurants like this tend to prosper in urban areas, where a sizable portion of the populace believes whatever the media feeds them. La Croix is no exception; it’s always packed with Beaver wage slaves having affairs, edgerunner wannabes, and movers trying to impress people. Jaqueline herself is almost always on the premises during the dinner hour,
socializing with the guests, and dressed in one of her many provocative outfits. She claims to be French, though her features belie this. (Actually, her father is Algerian-French,
and her mother French-Vietnamese.)