I found a round table for five in the corner—see you there!
More conducive to conversation. So, it’ll be the twos of them and the trees of us.
I’m getting off early, so I can have a cocktail. Maybe two. Feel like talking. Let’s not be in a big hurry this time. In fact, if you get there before me, I’d like some grilled octopus for appetizer, and tell them to save me a side order of the creamed Bermuda onions to go with my entree. Last time they ran out, and ruined the whole meal. The baked Lake Michigan Whitefish in a white wine lemon sauce was perfect, but it’s too much for one person. Anyone want to split the entrée with me?