I run across the parking lot, rain bouncing off my umbrella and dash under the porte-cochere, legs drenched from the knees down. A man exits the restaurant and holds the door; his wife and I exchange places and smiles. My umbrella merges with others in a growing flower arrangement of nylon and metal on the floor.
Standing in the warm vestibule, I take a deep breath. My eyes close as I raise my chin; consume the aroma wafting from the kitchen, a heady bouquet of herbs and spices. My mouth waters with the prospect of veal delicately sautéed in butter, wine and rosemary accompanied by a glass of Chianti.
Frank Sinatra croons “The Way You Look Tonight”: Lovely … never, ever change. Keep that breathless charm; makes me believe every 
– debi
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The above piece inspired this poem:
Andiamo!
Rain drenches,
Splashes with each stride; chills.
Shelter under the porte-cochere;
Entrance to the renowned hideaway, ahh… warmth.
Smells surround, envelope, seduce;
Promises of savory morsels
Awakening eager taste buds.
Tender veal, rosemary-adorned,
Rich, warm wine, ruby clinging to crystal.
Music caresses, speaks of love;
Frank Sinatra woos, croons, lays kisses on bare shoulders.
Colorful murals, Italian villas,
Sun drenched sea views beckon,
Tease of far-away romantic travel, amorous trysts.
Flames lick and crackle, thaw.
Foreplay building, preparing for
A culmination of sensual dining.
– debi
