Claudia regretted not digging into the location a little deeper. It was one of those restaurant with a Web presence that was frustratingly light on details. That was almost certainly deliberate. She had come dressed for business in a blouse. Then she had been held at the door whilst they fetched the 'house jacket'. They had then made her wear this from the door to her empty table, before telling her it could not be worn at the table and taking it away. Claudia couldn't see the point in making someone wear a jacket from door to table. Then again she didn't get the fucking point of having someone play an actual harp for all six guests that seemed to be spread around the restaurant. It was an odd time to be here, half way from breakfast to lunch. A crisp, embossed menu was laid before her. It didn't have any prices. She hoped @Lucrezia Dionisi was paying.