“Portobello” is our local Italian restaurant. We’ve been going there since before Barbara and Giovanni’s kids were born (and they’re now 18 and 20…).
We can pop in most anytime and they’ll find a table for us, they know what we drink, they’ve christened Ms jb’s customised dish “Pasta Anna” and they know that I’ll only have an espresso if Barbara makes it.
Popped in on our way home from dinner out with friends for an espresso, mentioned that we’d eaten – invited, actually -, stood at the bar and when it came to paying, Barbara said “Your friends invited you for dinner? I’m doing the same for coffee…”