Stefan nodded to the oompa loompa waiting to seat people as he led Cathy past him into the resturant. He led the way to a table by the window, looking out onto the patio. There were gas heaters out there, for al fresco dining during the summer, but they were all stored away now for the winter. Still, the view was nice enough, and there was a wicker screen at one side, making the table a little more private. Stefan had realised the benefits of privacy soon after arriving. A lot of the guests seemed to recognise him, even if they couldn't place him.
Stefan pulled out one of the chairs for Cathy. "Perhaps the Fiorentina pizza," Stefan suggested. "If you like spinach and egg, that is. Alternatively, the Rustichella has pancetta ham and salad topping. Or the Pollo Pesto, if you'd prefer pasta with chicken. I'll probably order some garlic bread if you'd like to try that too." He couldn't imagine not having tasted Italian food growing up. His mother had insisted on finding a cook for Veritas who could recreate the food of her homeland, so Stefan and Damon had been spoiled with the wonderful rich flavours.