—Mr. Grey. We’ve been expecting you. Please. Right this way. He said the word Please as if it was a sentence unto itself. He led us to a table on the main floor. It was the only empty one in the room and it was set for three. As if he could read minds, the maître d’ pulled the middle chair out and motioned for Eve to have a seat. —Please, he said again. Once we were seated, he held a hand in the air and three menus materialized like giant playing cards in the hands of a magician. He delivered them with ceremony. —Enjoy.
