I gave her a ride because her bike had broken down due to the lately rain. On our way to the restaurant, she kept complaining about my dangerous riding skills, and I kept complaining about her weight. Soon we arrived at our destination, an Italian restaurant named "is". As soon as we approached the front door, feeling a roar of relief from our stomach, the clerk made an annoucement to bring us from heaven to hell. "Sorry, we are fully occupied." Sadly walked out of the restaurant, I found that the blackboard outside read "class reunion for XX elementary school." Alright.... no wonder.
Thank God that there are a bunch of restaurants in the neighburhood so that we at once chose another Italian restaurant named "Palliser".
Upon entering the restaurant, the inner design caught my eyes immediately. I couldn't find a specific word to define the style, but it really gave customers a sense of coming home -- an old-fashioned motorcycle was laid in front of the front door, plenty of black-and-white photos hanged on the wall, and the harmonious atmosphere. We were seated near a fancy-look couple and a family of young father, mother, and a pair of adorable kids. I ordered a set called Seafood Spaghetti with Ink Fish, including salad, bread, soup, main dish, beverage, and dessert.