We started to get peckish, and someone headed to the hostess' lectern to try and get us a table for dinner. Bars in restaurants are just holding cells; groups come in, mill around, and then eventually move into the main room to gather around a more permanent table.

"Ready?" said the hostess, the weight of 10 large menus pulling her down.

"Let's move," I said with a wave of my hand.

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