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The Crown and Greyhound has a very strange way of handling bookings.

To be sure of getting a table for a special birthday Sunday lunch, I booked by telephone on Wednesday. A table for five at 1.30. Was assured that we could bring our own birthday cake. All very friendly and promising.

But on Sunday (today) when we turned up, on the dot, we were told that they had no record of our booking and we'd just have to join the (very long) queue. It was quite clear that they were just too busy to bothered about our predicament.


So we tried Rocco, which was also crammed full, with a queue.

It couldn't have been more different, or more delightful. The maitre d'/manager said he'd find us a table if we were prepared to wait for a bit. A waiter spotted me holding the heavily disguised birthday cake and offered to put it somewhere safe until we needed it. Ten minutes later we were settled at our table, and had a delicious meal, and at exactly the right time the cake arrived, candles already lit, and all the waiters joined in a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday To You.

All this at a time when the place was manically busy, yet they made us feel really special.

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