And so ...

... dinner was here.
A brilliant space foraged out of a solid steel former bank vault complete with the most amazing safe doors at either end.
A lovely french waiter, who chatted world affairs, Timor, US foreign policy, and politics with us most of the night.
I had a blessedly simple plate of the perfect. simply dressed greens followed by herby gnocchi with chorizo, hen of the woods mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, sweet corn and shaved Parmesan (could have done without the corn). Mr Brown had east coast oysters (west coast soon) then pan roasted chicken with potatoes, mushrooms, local green beans, caramelized onions, cherry tomatoes, and bacon. We then shared a New York Cheesecake, because you have to do these things sometimes.
It was all most excellently excellent.