article_snippet: A mere three tables are occupied, but the wait between my indifferent first course (two tiny bits of rolled-up smoked salmon and some avocado mousse) and my main course (sea bass in an overly rich sauce with gnocchi) is unforgivable. '
article_snippet: Kale, that's about it,' says the waitress in a wouldn't-bother sort of way.
article_snippet: I'll have some kale, then, please.'
article_snippet: I almost long for someone to ask if 'everything's all right with your meal' if only because it would mean I can ask for another glass of wine.