Gaius led them to a side elevator, one that would take them down to a different section of the ground floor. He very rarely went in through the front steps, obscuring his entry point from paparazzis and curious bystanders.
“Good food is the mark of a civilised society,” Gaius asserted, thinking of all the underlying trade routes and decisions that went into it. The elevator doors slid open on their approach, and Gaius entered and pressed the button for the ground floor, before turning to face Laura. “What would you recommend? I'm thinking... something out of the ordinary. Of the street food variety, not Michelin star nonsense.”
The vast reaches of gastronomie were fascinating, but there came a time where even Gaius would prefer a proper meal rather than a molecular showpiece.
“Good food is the mark of a civilised society,” Gaius asserted, thinking of all the underlying trade routes and decisions that went into it. The elevator doors slid open on their approach, and Gaius entered and pressed the button for the ground floor, before turning to face Laura. “What would you recommend? I'm thinking... something out of the ordinary. Of the street food variety, not Michelin star nonsense.”
The vast reaches of gastronomie were fascinating, but there came a time where even Gaius would prefer a proper meal rather than a molecular showpiece.