Guests at other tables were urging for their orders. The sound of knives and forks clinking against porcelain plates, the loud laughter of men who had just finished work - since it was right at dinner time, the shop was quite crowded, and the atmosphere was extremely lively and cozy.
"Finished looking yet? I still have to go to table number 5 to get more beer for them." The waitress was clearly used to this busy scene; she stood beside him, pen tapping lightly on her notepad, foot tapping on the wooden floor, rushing him slightly.
Alex nodded, closed the menu, and looked up at her with bright eyes:
"I'll have one serving of fragrant fried pork cutlet."
"What main side dish? Toasted garlic bread or a croissant?" The waitress asked quickly, her pen writing swiftly on the paper, creating a scratching sound.
"Croissant." Alex had never eaten this before; the name sounded very strange. He was curious to taste it to see if it resembled a real cow's horn or if it was just the shape.
