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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean led Ophelia to the restaurant happily. It was one of those family tradition type places. He'd brought an assortment of friends here over the years since his family had discovered it on the search for somewhere on a rare trip to the theatre, and since he'd decided, with some consultation, to go to a wizarding comedy play this evening it seemed like the ideal dinner place.

Slightly in the lead he gave his name to the waiter who greeted them. The man, complete with slightly overblown Italian accent, immediately swept into removing Ophelia's coat and then held her chair for her as she sat down, Dean taking the seat opposite her. Dean had always loved the restaurant and the fact it wasn't too pretentious, and it was playing into the tourist and theatregoing crowd somewhat, but the food was still pretty good.

He smiled as he sat down and after a quick glance around the room he relaxed slightly and looked at Ophelia. She was looking down at her menu with a frown. He didn't know quite what to make of that. Maybe he should have gone for somewhere nicer. "I've been coming here for years," he said. "It can be a bit cheesy, but the food is pretty good and it works really well for the theatre," he said before ducking his head to the menu. To have garlic or not. Probably not. Not good date practice.