So headed out to the place down the street that got good reviews - closed, then the place from last night - closed. Stumbled across a lovely little cocktail bar in a very old stable. Bar tender made some recommendations and seemed happy I took them, then was more than a little horrified I caught him before he put the drink in the the smoking bell jar and asked him to put it on the rocks.
Food arrived before the drink - so much of the drama of the smoking bell jar was lost on me - the next table seemed to enjoy it. I think they brought me the burger for the girl at the next table in error - as they brought another to her table at the same time as mine and then they waited another 20 minutes for the second one.