Isabelle and Harley dined on the exquisite spread laid before them, the flavors of the food dancing on their tongues.
Each dish was more refined than the last, a true testament to the chef's skill. As they dug into their meal, their earlier tension slowly dissolved, replaced by the warmth of laughter and the comfort of good company.
"This is amazing," Harley murmured, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. "How do they make food this good?"
"I guess the weirder their names, the more delicious they are" Isabelle commented.
They both laughed, clinking their glass of wine a quiet toast.
"That must be it," Harley agreed, a playful glint in her eyes. "I mean, how else do you explain something called 'Truffle-infused Foie Gras' actually tasting like heaven?"
Isabelle grinned. "Exactly. The stranger the name, the better the taste. It's like they know how to make the bizarre work." She took another bite, savoring the flavors.
