Orsino stepped out and stretched his arm behind him to hold the door long enough that Penny could follow through. "Well," he began, pulling on his own gloves and zipping the high collar of his jacket up nearly to his chin. As a stiff breeze slapped against his face, he regretted having left his hat at home. "I suppose the first one."
Generally Orsino wasn't very snobbish about where he ate - some of the best places he'd eaten over the years were random little shops on corners, with tables stained from years of use and booths that sagged in strange spots. He knew that regardless of where they chose at this point, this weather would probably see his face pink and mildly raw by the time they arrived. And he did like walking. Orsino shrugged and bounced on the balls of his feet.
"Though if you know both you'd know which is better for our purposes."