The drive to the Southmoor is uneventful, but not quick – due to evening traffic. Nonetheless, our stalwart trio arrives at the Venetian Room with time to spare. The Livery pulls up to the entryway and the driver smartly steps around to open the door.
The entry opens directly into a restaurant dominated by dark woods and ornately carved columns, a grand piano with upright bass anchors the center of the room in a cleverly placed clearing. The dining room is filling up rapidly, but there are still seats available. A snappily dressed Maitre stands by at the door and coughs politely.