"What's wrong, Mr. Arnold? Don't like anything on the menu or can't understand it?" Clement smirked, feeling triumphant. This guy had just tried to act all suave in front of him, but now his true colors were revealed, right?
Isaac knew exactly what was going through Clement's mind. He smiled faintly. "The dishes I want aren't listed here."
Still trying to save face, huh? Clement's smile widened. "Is that so? Since none of the dishes here suit your taste, it seems Mr. Arnold, you'll have to find another restaurant."
Clement was about to have Isaac kicked out when Isaac raised his hand. In flawless French, he called the waiter over.
"Good morning, sir. Are you ready to order?"
Isaac casually ordered in French, "I would like Gillardeau oysters, steak tartare, and scallops, with a bottle
