Well it may look a lot like a Parisian café / bistrot, they may well serve wine, but Paris it ain't! In this tiniest of capitals, it never ceases to surprise me how fast establishments think they've reached the pinnacle of hospitality and style, and that somehow this allows them to take on a blasé French level of service. In addition, for a place that prides itself on its cocktails, the waiter has no clue what a Vodka Martini is. By the way kids: this is the proper way to judge an establishment that professes it knows something about cocktails. If they dare bring out that awful Italian juice and a highball glass with ice-cubes when asked for a Martini, better to just walk away, or at worst order a beer. Anyway, judging from the clientele, this appears to be a place for people who think they have class. Based on their location and décor, there is no reason to believe they will run out of customers soon - therefore the can also afford this reviewer to take them down a peg. And perhaps review their cocktail recipes... Haven't had lunch or dinner here, and not going to: looks overpriced and pretentious.
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