article_snippet: There is no fuss at reception and, unlike The Orange nearby, there is a separate entrance for those staying the night, so you don't have to shout your name at the bar or get handed a packet of crisps rather than your room key.
article_snippet: The restaurant is called 64 Degrees.
article_snippet: The idea is that the chefs are part of the eating experience, especially if you sit at the bar, as I do.
article_snippet: and that are the order of the day under three sections: veg, fish and meat, with four options for each.
article_snippet: Haddock gyoza, pear and fennel has me leaning over the bar and asking one of the chefs for an explanation.
article_snippet: There are no side dishes of any description - and no carbs as far as I can see.
article_snippet: Dr Atkins would feel at home.
article_snippet: There's a bubbly, unpretentious atmosphere, though I would expect proper napkins rather than paper jobbies at these prices.