My wife and I spotted an empty table for two on the outer edge of Hemmingway Public House deck on a late August weeknight. Perfect spot for a dinner to celebrate our 26th wedding anniversary, or so we thought. The waitress/hostess told us to take a seat at the table and she'd get it cleaned. Before we could sit down though, another waitress told us to hold off until they had a chance to clean it. So we stood back and waited, for about five minutes, until someone cleaned the table. At last, we thought. But before we could sit, another waitress (or was it one of the original two? don't know, my head was spinning) stopped us -- the table was intended for another couple, she said. We watched as two people materialized and quickly sat down. We stood awkwardly while the waitress pointed us to a distant table and quickly disappeared. After trying to figure out what had just happened (and unsuccessfully looking for someone to talk to about it), we left and were welcomed up the street at another restaurant, which was happy to seat and serve us. We had heard the whispers that the Ocean Beach, since rebranding itself Hemmingway's, was trying to attract a younger, hipper crowd than the typical White Rock restaurant. The couple that got "our" table were in their 20s; my wife in I in in our late 40s and early 50s. I think the whispers might we right.