"This place is nice, uncle Pete." I admired the interior décor of the restaurant we had just stepped into.
One of the waiters seem to know uncle Pete and had ushered us to a private booth that had no customers except us.
"It belongs to a very close friend of mine." He said, taking a seat opposite me.
Menus were placed before us. My stomach rumbled in hunger as soon as I opened the black and gold hardcover book-like menu that had so many dishes, categorized according to types and origins.
I decided on Greek souvlaki, not because I'd had it before but because it looked nice.
Uncle Pete went for Italian beef tortellini in broth. "I've had it once when I travelled to Florence and I liked it."
"What drinks will you have?" The waitress who was attending our table inquired.
