the one in the italian restaurant

It's hard to be inconspicuous in a nice Italian restaurant. Fortunately they have large menus. We steal glances at you when you walk by us, serving the patrons, your eyes darting across the entire room. I like a man who is alert. I also like a beard. You are both. You rest for a few minutes at the bar, leaning over, talking to the owner. This place feels like family to you and I like family. She and I disagree on whether or not you are good-looking. But it doesn't really matter, does it? If you have all the other qualities?