We got to the restaurant about 8.50pm and were told to go to the bar, maybe 20 mins to wait. Ok. No problem directing us to the bar, it's what we do best. The place is jumping and so were we. So alive and people having the best time, laughing, drinking, joking, bouncing their babies at the bar. WHAT? Yep, they really were, these poor little kids being subjected to their parents naughtiness. Bad Mama and Papa.
We finally got our table 45 mins later. It was worth the wait. We had Fried Whitbait to start, John had Ttoro, a seafood stew, and I had Durade Espangole, Bream butterflied, with the head on, with Spanish sauce. Magnifique.....
We ate at 10.30, but didn't care a jot.
Yum, yum, yum
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