We were greeted at the door and ignored the rest of the time we were there. It was a rainy, damp and cold evening, and the fireplace was burning, but we were seated next to the door and felt the draft each time it was opened. Although there was also a cook and a bus boy, the host was the waiter, bar tender, table setter and food server. He seemed too overworked to give each table the attention it deserved. Food was expensive, yet average. Ambiance was intimate, but almost too crowded. It seemed they were running out of food across the menu. The host didn't even ask if we wanted dessert; he just handed us the check.