"Well good, because you're about to hear them the exact same way back here." He grinned and hummed as he chopped and sauteed.
He beamed when he heard that the man liked anchovies, and he smiled even more broadly at the man's smile. "Oh, we just call it puttanesca, though I'm sure a few people know what that means. Are you from the past? That happens a lot here." He nodded when the waiter came back with the wine, nodding at the red and making sure a glass was poured.