God this place is big. It just keeps going and going and going . . . down. You're supposed to be glad that you're eating in a real cellar, an authentic historical something or other; but the farther down you tramp, the more cluttered and oddly cheap looking everything is. It's as if the owners have put all their energy into making the first couple of levels beautiful, but then lost interest in the lower levels. They're dreary. Unimaginative. I went down there to take pictures but didn't take any.
And I haven't even begun to talk about the food. It all looked fairly normal. I wouldn't have chosen to eat here. My food was nothing to write home about, so I won't.
It was hot. The air was bad. I couldn't wait to get out into the fresh air. Although it was my birthday and could have had a second glass of wine, all I wanted to do was get out.
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