A moderately expensive disaster.
We went Saturday night, 8-9.30pm, and we were practically the only diners. Our solitary-ness allowed us to focus on all the things wrong with the food, which was overly fussy without being tasty.
The obvious effort put into the creation and presentation of the food was ruined by bones in the John Dory, and the almost raw Squab. "Pink" my ass.
Wine was good, but then I chose that so they couldn't screw it up.
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