We ignored him and went for mezze, finding it either timidly spiced or over-assertive: the nut mix, mouhammara, lacked kick; mini makanek - little sausages - tasted pungently like old liver and cinnamon; pastry on spinach and pine nut-stuffed fatayer was leathery; the normally seductive Lebanese 'pizza' lahm bi ajine was smeared with an off-puttingly processed lamb paste. Standards such as hummus and falafel, however, were good.