I am very vulnerable to salesmanship. When a car salesman wants to be my best friend for life, I believe him. I listen to people who pitch products and services at my front door. So I was primed for the waitress who sold me a $15 glass of wine, a pork schnitzel that tasted like a hockey puck, and a fascinating and magnificent story about how the chef discovered the wine in an abandoned winery in France - it was hogwash.
On the first floor the tables for diners are lined up against one wall, and right behind the diners' chairs on the aisle is the bar. It was really loud, especially after a couple became drunk and started hollering at the bartender. When I turned around to see what was going on, I noticed that other people on down our row were also turned in their chairs and looking. We were all shocked and offended. When you're paying $150 for two hockey pucks, two burgers, and a fabricated wine story you deserve some consideration.
If you go, trust your own experiences about what food realistically can be and don't believe the sales pitches. Listen to them, by all means, and then laugh while repeating them to your friends. And ask for a table upstairs.
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