His food is utterly sublime. Every course / amuse bouche elicits a gurn of delight. Properly special.

We’ve completed our starter when a table of 6 arrives beside us. All a little older. Overheard conversation is around travel to their second homes in SanFran / Florida and managing to get upgraded to 1st class upgrades on the business-class tickets they’ve bought. Fair enough.
Their courses start to come. Not a single “thanks/thank you” as their plates are placed in front of them. Conversation isn’t broken as they all tuck into the thermonuclear taste bombs.
It’s like someone has just served them up a Macy’s-D’s.

I get that familiarity breeds complacency - but - fuck me what a shame.
