The smell of food wafts in the air as I walk into the private dining room. Black walls accented with alabaster white curtains, ornate trim, and decorative crown molding pop out.
A silver chandelier hanging over the smoky glass table has an hourglass shape with twelve long elegant bent arms extending outward, dipping downward before fluting back up.
Each thin arm has a small light at the end that illuminates the room in a soft glow. The table is rectangular and is mounted on silver ornate legs. One side of the table has high-backed leather chairs with matching silver legs, and the other has a plush leather bench that's cozy for two.
Alexandre stands next to the bench, motioning for me to sit down. I shake my head and walk over to the chairs. He waves one of the waiters over and speaks t
