That heart stopping moment when your reservation isn’t in the book. Why O why?, especially when you have left your phone number. Bambi, the waiter, recovers and you are shown into a warm intimate room, seduced by the soft music and the gentle conversation of other diners. Very palatable house white follows, a stab of olives and the troubles of the day are suddenly behind. Too few starter choices but a great mix of menu mains and specials and we’re off !! Our main courses would have graced the best of French restaurants…sauces to die for, and plenty of it. So nice not to be so portion poor. The desserts too were unfussy but hit the spot. Will definitely return.
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