1 /5
Média de Avaliação
★
Honestly, the clientele seemed to have changed. We were seated between a tipsy junior lawyer who was trying to take up the entire table space—great, we get it, you’ve lived in London for a few years and your dad knows the trainer of the Islanders.
On the other side, there was a couple that seemed less than pleasant. The man, who looked like a plastic surgery mannequin, arrived an hour late and spent the entire meal complaining about their two-hour seating limit, which our really friendly server had informed them about. He even voiced his complaints to the manager and was quite rude to the server, demanding that she choose his meal, threatening not to return if he didn't like it. I get it—s...