Craving raw beef, as one sometimes does, we decided to go Mediterranean. The chef happily created a carpaccio salad for me, which was simply divine. Savoury and sharp, so tender it fell apart under the knife but still toothsome enough to give satisfaction to the carnivore with a small but bloody appetite. My partner had the T bone, huge but a little underdone. Tasty and tender nevertheless, and the chef was happy to swap the potatoes for vegetables. The only wait person was formidable, with at first a seemingly more Eastern European temperament than Mediterranean, but good humour won through.