“A ny seating preference?” the maître d’ asked us. Rafi gave me an insider’s look.
“Quiet corner please” I said. Which was stupid really because space is premium in the city and rare is the restaurant with room to breathe. I looked around. The room was narrow and long so no one was surrounded by people not too bad.
“Where’d you pick this place up?”
“This guy Shaulie from work. He’s new in the company that’s why you haven’t heard of him. His wife’s a foodie so he recommended it based on her say-so.”
“Sounds good.”
Rafi seemed distracted his eyes were on the back of the restaurant where there was a glass wall and behind it rows of wine.
