a 'memorable' night. the evening commenced with the waitress assessing our table of four as consisting of village idiots. when the unpalatably salty fresh oysters were returned we were told the cheff thought that they were fine. we are not sure why we were told this. the spatchcock was served undercooked, and left unfinished as we were too intimidated by the waitress to complain, and also because we were, in any case, still trying to preserve the vestiges of a pleasant evening. we were charged an extra $3.50 for a single oyster which had been eaten from the returned half dozen, until we complained. a mean spirited attitude. when they threw the bill on the table, the evening was sealed. if you enjoy very ordinary meals served with more than a dash of arrogance, this is the place for you. we did retrieve something of the evening when standing outside, a staff member approached us to further deal with our complaints to receive a firm but civil response from the victim of the raw spatchcock, who now outside the lion's den and recharged by the bracing air advised, amongst a nicely reasoned set of propositions: "we are not village idiots ... we're professionals, you know". which had little do with the meal, the service or much else, but gave us a good laugh.