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I found someone who was on his way into town, so we followed him to the restaurant. Turned out we had the choice of the Chef's Table (upstairs, fine dining) or the Bar and Grill (down stairs on a terrasse). Mare was already sweating in his silk shirt and couldn't bear the idea of sitting outside, and the guy at the door - a dead ringer for Mare's first girlfriend's little brother - promised us air conditioning if we went upstairs. We bit and were glad we did. The food was delicious and interesting and beautifully presented and the staff were young and beautiful and conscious of esthetics. The most charming aspect of being served entirely by young people with little experience of paying for a meal and service in a nice restaurant was their chattiness. When addressed they would answer with personal information rather than a smooth segue into neutral territory. However, the adorable vulnerablilty of the staff didn't prevent me from delivering an offended vegetarian lecture to our head waiter when I was served meat I hadn't ordered without warning or explanation.
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