“I’m Blade Runner?” He pretended to be offended. “Guess it could be worse.” “That movie was epic, by the way. But this place is very you.” He leaned back in his seat and met my gaze. “How so?” Oh god. How to phrase this? “Well, you want to fly under the radar, no fanfare, no pretences. You’re fine dining without the signage and pretentious advertising. Understated, a little eclectic, but genuine.”
