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It was pretty quiet in the cavernous room. Occasionally Pam could hear the clinking of silverware on china plates, or the muffled cough of a guest. Classical music played ever so softly in the background. Everything was so expensive looking, with white linen tablecloths and tall candles in the center of each table. The uniformed man who kept coming to her table walked with a perfectly straight back, and answered her parents' questions with large, fancy words that sounded like a foreign language. Pam didn't like wearing her dressy shoes that pinched her feet, but her parents insisted because it was a special occasion. I just want a plain old hamburger and fries, she thought, knowing she wouldn't likely get those here. Where is Pam? How do you know?
What is a fancy restaurant.