Henry Esprit
The food looked amazing. My steak was cooked to a perfect medium rare, juices gushing out of it whenever I pressed my fork against it. Andreas burger looked amazing as well, the bun a perfect golden color, the vegetables glistening, the cheesing dripping down the patty, and the patty itself a perfect color.
We were practically drooling over the food when the waitress set it down, not even paying attention to her telling us to enjoy it and walking away. "Lets dig in?" I asked, barely turning my attention away from the food to Andrea. "Lets" She said, barely looking up at me as well.
We dug into the food, making quick work of it. It tasted better than it looked. The steak gushed even more juices every time I bit into it, and the baked potato was cooked to a perfect level of texture and softness.
