His smile widened. A girl right after his own heart. Most of the ladies he had been out with over the past couple of years, grant it, the number wasn't high, had never chowed down on anything more than a salad and maybe half a chicken breast. It was nice to know there were women out there who weren't afraid of having a healthy appetite.
"I know just the place," he said. "Only about ten minutes away, actually. Best steak in all of San Fran-not to mention pretty much any other cooked meat you could think of. Damned good baked potatoes as well." He then offered her his arm. "Shall we?"