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Dining at a Restaurant I
Well, I love going out to restaurants to eat. One of the best experiences I’ve had recently was at a place here in Los Angeles called Il Fornaio. It’s an Italian restaurant in a very nice part of Beverly Hills. I don’t go there very often–I can’t really afford it, but every once in a while I’ll treat myself.
The last time I went, I walked in with a friend and I was greeted by the hostess. She asked how many people were in my party, and I said, “Just two.” “Right this way! I’ll show you to your table” she said. She was very polite. When we reached our table by the window, she asked us, “Is this all right?” We said, “Of course!,” and then she handed us the menus, along with the wine list. The place setting with the silverware was very complete. There were two forks (one for the salad course, one for the main course), a spoon, a knife, a dinner plate, a dessert spoon on top, a wine glass and a water glass, a cup and saucer for coffee, and a bread basket. I was already getting hungry!
“Your waiter will be with you shortly,” the hostess said. So we looked over the menus so many choices, especially for a lover of Italian food like me.
The waiter came up to the table a few minutes later and said, “Good evening. My name is Giorgio, and I’ll be your waiter this evening. Is there anything I can get you started with -a cocktail, a glass of wine?” Well, my friend and I are not exactly big drinkers, so we just ordered a couple of iced teas. “Would you like a few minutes to look at the menu?” he said. We nodded our heads, and he went off to get our drinks.
As I was looking at the appetizers, I spotted one of my favorite dishes-crab cakes! I told my friend that the crab cakes were a must. Just then the waiter returned to our table, with our drinks on a large tray. I was ready to order.
Dining at a Restaurant II
I love coming to this Italian restaurant. The appetizers and desserts are to die for. When the waiter came to our table to take our order, my friend ordered a lobster ravioli dish, and I asked for my favorite, lasagna. The waiter then asked us, “Would you like a soup or salad with that?” My friend said yes; I passed on both.
The vibe in the restaurant is pretty laid back, not at all uptight like you find in some of the ritzier restaurants in Beverly Hills. The wait staff is courteous, although sometimes the hostesses can be a bit snooty .
Anyway, when our meals arrived, everything was cooked to perfection. Since I didn’t order any appetizers, soup, or salad, I was starved. Even though I was really hungry, I tried not to gobble down my food too quickly. I didn’t want my friend to think I was a pig! But even though I tried not to, I still overate. When the waiter asked if we wanted any dessert or after dinner drinks, I just couldn’t resist getting the apple-filled crepes. They are the best.
When we got our check, my friend and I split the bill, as we’re accustomed to do. I frankly prefer to go Dutch when I eat out with friends. So that was the end of a really great meal. Now I have to hit the gym if I’m going to lose any of this extra weight I gained from eating that lasagna!
