All those points of friction that usually come with being out on a Saturday night simply did not exist. It was service that met you more than halfway (and made sure you drank a large glass of water before you left at 02.00). When waiting staff are genuine, you can feel it and, naturally, you give back. And the more years that I spend doing this, the greater my allergy to apathy in waiting staff – unless I am in Paris of course. But the greatest dish in the world cannot survive bad service.