ZED'S - New Haven
The place wasn't the sort that you might stop for if you were looking for something to dazzle the eye. The name made it sound like an old neighborhood watering hole or one of those annoying chain restaurants that made the waiters wear buttons and doodads in a misguided effort to entertain their patrons.
But ZED'S was none of those things.
Stepping inside, the decorations were understated and tasteful. Booths lined in dark leather and darker wood were situated along the far wall, crisp white tablecloths and a single tealight adorned each table. Large windows sat in a neat row opposite the main entrance to perfectly frame the stone-paved patio (which was magically climate controlled all year round). Cheery white lights hugged the edges of the patio and some of the umbrellas that hovered protectively over the tables, as if inclement weather would ever be allowed to ruin the ambiance.
When Serah and Sabine showed up, they would be escorted out to the patio, which had been reserved just for them. Waiting on the table was an envelope for each of them, their names written in his scrawling hand.
The place wasn't the sort that you might stop for if you were looking for something to dazzle the eye. The name made it sound like an old neighborhood watering hole or one of those annoying chain restaurants that made the waiters wear buttons and doodads in a misguided effort to entertain their patrons.
But ZED'S was none of those things.
Stepping inside, the decorations were understated and tasteful. Booths lined in dark leather and darker wood were situated along the far wall, crisp white tablecloths and a single tealight adorned each table. Large windows sat in a neat row opposite the main entrance to perfectly frame the stone-paved patio (which was magically climate controlled all year round). Cheery white lights hugged the edges of the patio and some of the umbrellas that hovered protectively over the tables, as if inclement weather would ever be allowed to ruin the ambiance.
When Serah and Sabine showed up, they would be escorted out to the patio, which had been reserved just for them. Waiting on the table was an envelope for each of them, their names written in his scrawling hand.