"Are you enjoying the show?"
By the time our waiter asked us this, we had relaxed well into our meal. All the uncertainties of arrival - where would we sit? what would we order? - had been resolved and the quiet pleasures of good food had taken over.
But outside, framed by an expanse of glass, was all manner of frivolity. Next door, we were told, was in the final throes of an event aimed at those who miss their clubbing days but who no longer have any truck with being out past midnight.
