Erik pointed out in grand fashion, the stairs, "These, are stairs," He said with a host's grand panache, "They go from floor A to floor B, to maximize our plot of land." And with that joke, he quit being very silly about any of it. "But here's the second floor. It's the dance floor, with booths on the side to sit and be intimate, but not too intimate because the owner will break it up and eat the person closest to the floor." He nodded to his seat, "That's where you'll find me most of the time, generally multitasking. And the third floor," he said, leading the way up, letting people pass as they made their way down, "Is the outdoor deck. Food is served up here, mostly barbecue things. Seating, mellow music, smoking. There's nothing about this I'd change, though downstairs, I'm planning a minor overhaul of the dance floor and booths."