If you're into S&M then knock yourself out but if you like to have decent service and a dining experience that leaves you with your self-esteem in tact give Moro a miss. I have had many a delicious meal at Moro over the years and cooked from the clever Sam & Sam Clark's books for friends. However, I will not be going back after being treated like a naughty child being made to sit on the naughty step.
I'd made a reservation several weeks in advance for a group of 6. Illness made me cancel the booking down to two, which I did giving 24 hours notice. When we arrived we were shown into the annexe. A room already lacking in atmosphere, we were seated next to an American family who had clearly run out of things to say to each other after their travels and seemed overly interested in us. As there were various tables available, we asked to move into the main restaurant. The waiter was courteous and said he'd check. The maitre d' came and tutted at us and said "You are very difficult to accommodate as you were meant to be six. This is a big problem for me." This was followed by a deep sigh as he gestured in an offhand way to another table. Rather than explain that the booking had changed due to very sad circumstances I bit my tongue. I was already feeling a bit of a saddo out with my husband having had my friends understandably cancel on me and this was the cherry on the cake in bursting the atmospheric bubble.
The food was dull - I ate the salmon. It was also slow - taking over an hour to arrive by which point we decided to skip dessert and get the bill and go elsewhere for a nightcap. I asked the waiter if the owners were available as in the past they had been more hands on. He informed me that they have recently had a baby and the maitre d' was newly appointed.
Perhaps a case of power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Poor food, poor service and a rude maitre d' all yours for £100
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