Located in the heart of downtown Sacramento, stands Vino Veritas, one of the finest Italian restaurants the city has to offer. The food and the wine are authentic, with one of the most vast collections of wine and spirits around.
Once through the expensive doors, one would find a coat check and place for the Maître D’, both of which were currently empty. But waiting for Mason was Gabriel, in a suit. From the coat check, you could catch a glimpse into the main dining area, dimly lit. Tables and booths were scattered, an extensive bar could be seen, a rich dark mahogany, as well as a wall with numerous wine bottles on display. Looking up would show more dining areas, but these were private booths. Off to the side was a rich red door, closed, but a sign indicated it was a lounge.
Gabriel would lead Mason into the pain dining area, where tables had been moved off to the side in preparation for his arrival. Ale was seated at a table, wine bottles lined up in front of her with tasting glasses setup. Notes were being taken on a notepad as she put a glass down. Hearing the two enter, she puts the pen down and stands, smiling, "Mason, good evening."
@Chambers ReubanBrightwood