When I entered, I waited for somebody to notice me and nobody did. I walked farther into the dining room and saw that tables were open, and a waitress noticed me, but she averted her eyes much too quickly for me to signal that I wanted a table. I waited longer.
Then, I heard a man and a woman talking in a room just off the lobby. I spoke up before walking in and heard scurrying; soon a waitress appeared straightening out her black uniform and walked away. Immediately behind her, a personable guy came out to greet me and show me to a table.
I had a salad and a steak. Both were good, and the steak was cooked as I requested it. The glass of wine was good wine.
My waitress was very helpful: I forgot to tell her that I wanted the last bit of steak that I didn't eat bagged to go. When I told her a few minutes later, she didn't promise that she'd be able to find it and asked for whom it was. I said that it was for my dog. A while later, she handed me a small container with the piece that I didn't eat along with a few more that other diners left behind. A few minutes later, there was a very happy dog.