The embarrassed manageress showed us to our broken, unset wooden table in the drafty foyer. The table looked like it had been borrowed from the local picnic spot but had weathered rather badly. The back was loose and I was able to demonstrate an intact Moro Reflex to the diners at the table abutting ours as I rocked backed. This was no surprise visit, we had made the reservation some 2-3 months previously but had clearly been relegated to main the entrance as the dining area was occupied by some larger groups. Possession is 9/10th of the Law and the large groups had captured the high ground. Fortunately we got into Dutch East on a cancellation and had a magnificent meal there. Next time we will not bother with Cafe des Artes and save them further wear and tear on their well worn tables and they will have to ask someone else to do the 'meet and greet' to their arriving guests. Perhaps it would be an idea if they called their potential diners to advise them if they cant accommodate them in their dining area. Unlike Arnie in the Terminator, we wont be back.
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