Regretfully, none of us are particularly skilled in foreign languages. That said, the children learned to ask for dinner "alfresco" long ago. Whenever the weather permits, we scurry outside to eat our meals. Besides the obvious benefit of a "who cares about crumbs or spills" mentality, the pace of the day seems to pull back when we dine outside.
We sit. We chat. We eat slowly. We notice how a wine glass base fits perfectly in the table grooves. We comment on the evening sunlight and the curious shadows it casts.
When it comes to slow, indulgent, and appreciative methods of dining, I think the Italians have it down pat. Lazy dinners with grilled chicken and pasta? Wine and evening sunshine? Happy children and long conversations? Oh, grazie!