The "concierge," a lady with crazy braids or dreads, maybe both, I cannot remember, called on our behalf, and go us a table in one of the terrace nooks. We ordered some kind of a cod dish, and some kind of a pizza dish. The cod had a noodle and the pizza had a sausage. The food wasn't nearly as important as the setting.
It was actually relaxing. It was actually romantic.
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