A night here is a bit like dining in an aquarium, with a thousand 'I'm on the phone' types screaming in unison. It's either the acoustics or the people, whichever it's grim, and after zillions of years in the trade you'd have hoped for better. On the bright side the food is pretty damned good with seafood a speciality and plenty of Italian-style starters to get your taste buds fired up. Service is equally impeccable and while prices are firmly squared on the 'as long as I'm not paying' side of things, there is fun to be had watching Japanese businessmen eye up the cigar girl. P.S. Proper posh people call it Quags.