Daniela, in her crisp vest and apron, adeptly and conscientiously serves her customers. Learning of my sister's and my intolerance to gluten, she carefully advised us on the dishes which were safe for us to eat.
We asked in curiosity about the guests.
"They are all local," Daniela confirmed. Every other table was filled with local regular customers, come to feast on Daniela's tartare.
My brother-in-law, having ordered this specialty, gave us a front-row seat to what she was busily doing with that tray of hers, laden with so mysterious an array of special ingredients.
Watching Daniela mix the tartare was an adventure. Never having seen it done, or tried the dish myself, I was transfixed by her skilled hands, which moved in perfect synchronisation, so quickly that they were a veritable blur.
It was absolutely over-the-top delicious!
The tartare came with a basket of assorted freshly toasted homemade breads. What a scrumptious fare!