[ well it's a good story ]
The restaurant is an unglamorous affair tucked away down a Parisian side-street, located a few blocks away from what Eames learns is Arthur's hotel. It's not exactly the kind of place Eames would have suspected the young man to frequent and when he arrives the night after their first meeting, he almost second-guesses his plan to stage another run-in at the location. It's dimly-lit interior is far too charming and its wait-staff (an elderly gentleman by the name of François and his grand-daugther named Elise) is much too earnest for a man who wears shoes like Arthur. Its patrons are not a cuff and collar sort of crowd which means that Eames in his rumpled shirt and unpressed slacks fits right in, but he's not entirely certain that Arthur would return for another visit, regardless of how wedded to routine he imagined Arthur to be.
In the end, he decides to split the difference and instead of putting any real effort into it, leaves the situation to chance. He orders a bottle of wine and nurses it slowly over occasional conversation with Elise. She's charming but ultimately uninteresting, which means that Eames has no interest in sleeping with her, though he notes that his lack of attraction is not reciprocated. Poor girl.