A delightful meal at an atmospheric restaurant with my daughter was spoiled when I left my lovely wool sweater on the back of my chair. When I returned (in less than 24 hours, just before their very next opening, as they only serve dinner), the maitre d' kept me locked out on the street even though I had called ahead! Although the junior staff could remember the sweater clearly and put it on one side, it appeared (curiously) that it had then been put on a chair instead of in the lost and found. Then they had mislaid it (they said) and, as they couldn't find it then and there, they promised effusively to mail it back immediately. At times the story lines varied, suggesting something amiss, then no phone calls were returned, and nothing arrived in the mail. The ending casts a shadow on the experience. A new sweater will cost as much or more than the dinner for two.