as she walked to the bar. Her face was flush from the heat of the kitchen, but her flamboyant hair was all tucked under her white bandanna. Too bad, he’d been looking forward to seeing that hair for two days. “Not too salty for you?” she asked, a hand on her hip and eyebrow raised. She was looking directly at him and he couldn’t miss her slight sarcasm. His dish wasn’t empty yet, but would be after he dragged a piece of bread through last bits of mushroom, potato and sour cream in a white wine sauce. “No. It’s rich and earthy and perfectly seasoned. Is it really named after Horatio Nelson?” The menu had called the dish zrazy grzybowe po nelsoĊsku and made that ridiculous claim. “Yes. People tend to name things after heroes who right wrongs and fight the good fight.” She paused, and he hoped she was done. She wasn’t. “Are you going to include that tidbit in your new review?”
What do You think about Reservations For Two (2012)?
