Masaru chuckles and nods.
"Yes, yes. It's just outside the South Gate. My father knows one of the owners. It's a good place."
Before long, they end up at Hans' Steakhouse.
The owner, Hans (a rather pale man) comes out with a smile to greet them.
"Welcome! Welcome! Masaru, you bring such honored guests to my restaurant. Please, this way, gentlemen."
The owner brings them to a private corner booth, with plenty of room.
He waves one of the waitresses over.
"Greta, please take full care of our guests. I have to deal with this month's bookkeeping."
"Of course, of course. Don't let the numbers confuse you too much, Hans! Now, what can I get for you gentlemen?"
"The usual please, Greta."