A Caesar salad contained those delicious, silvery marinated anchovies and a good dressing but the leaves were limp, suggesting that it had been assembled some time earlier. Vegetable spring rolls with sweet chilli sauce were ungainly deep-fried logs. A highspot was calves' liver - sweet, melting and slightly caramelised - served with bacon lardons and fried new potatoes. This was a significantly better dish than my main course, a green chicken curry that tasted as though it had been carefully prepared with a tub of supermarket spice paste. But about £35 gets you decent food and serious quantities of excellent vino and that can't be a bad thing, can it?