On Fifth Avenue in New York, Fiori Italian Restaurant.
Several women dressed in chic evening gowns, looking like wealthy socialites headed to a banquet, were taking photos on the restaurant's iconic staircase, even going as far as to bring a lighting technician, striking various poses on the staircase that flowed like rippling silk.
"If I were the chef of the restaurant, I'd be happy to know that someone had called a week in advance to reserve a table, but when I found out that upon their arrival, they didn't care whether the food was delicious, only crowding on the stairs to take pictures, I'd definitely chase them out with a kitchen knife." Tommy looked at those women, complaining while taking out his wallet and gesturing for the waiter to come over:
